My Billionaire Mom

Chapter 220

But how could that be possible?

How could Chuck afford to buy himself a house at that time? Yvette didn't understand. Moreover, how could the place that Chuck had found for Queenie be her previous house? Could it be a coincidence?

What was going on?

"Well, you live here, right?" Yvette Jordan smiled. She saw Chuck's car downstairs, so Chuck must be here.

Of course, she didn't think that Chuck Cannon would do anything that would break her heart. She had just received a phone call from Chuck, saying that he had left the plaza and was heading for home.

Yvette knew that Queenie Carson was working part-time in the plaza, so Chuck was probably just sending her back.

"Teacher Jordan, please come in and have a seat." Queenie was nervous and at the same time, the feeling of guilt was engulfing her. She felt sorry for Yvette. She had done something that would let her down, and then she was trying to do it again!

"Nope, it's fine. I have to go home to cook." Yvette took a look inside. Hubby, aren't you going to come out yet?

"Well, Teacher Jordan, please be careful on the way." What a sigh of relief! Queenie thought. If Yvette really came in, she couldn't imagine how awful the incident would have been. After all, Chuck was still inside the washroom.

"Okay," Yvette sighed in her heart.

She then turned away and left.

"Wait."

However, Chuck had come out from the washroom. He knew he couldn't hide anymore. After all, his car was still parked below. Yvette wasn't blind, how could she pretend that she had not seen him?

He wouldn't be able to explain himself if he still refused to come out. Anyway, Chuck just came here to send Queenie back. He did not do anything, nor did he planned to do anything.

Yvette heaved a euphoric sigh of relief. This proved that Chuck was not doing anything behind her back. If Chuck didn't come out, she would be convinced that he and Queenie were doing something culpable just now. Since he came out now, she believed that he was innocent. He probably just sent Queenie home.

The reason why he hid was that he was afraid that she might misunderstand him.

"Hubby." Yvette turned her head and asked with a smile blossoming over her face, "Why are you here?"

Chuck replied awkwardly that he was just sending Queenie home and was just about to leave.

Queenie's heart sank.

"Well, Queenie, I'm going back now. Take good care of yourself. Go ahead and do your work," Chuck said.

"Okay, thank you for sending me home."

Chuck felt guilty as if he had just committed a crime. Even though he didn't, but he nearly repeated the same mistake that might break Yvette's heart and hurt Queenie. Chuck was well aware that he

couldn't give Queenie, this divine and innocent young lady, the future she wanted.

All in all, it was a mistake from the beginning. And yet, the thing was becoming more complicated now. If Queenie was an easy girl, Chuck could've hooked up with her without any guilt. But Queenie wasn't. She was simply charming, sweet and beautiful. She just needed to find herself a Prince Charming who would treat her like a princess. Her virginity should be left to her husband in the future.

"Hubby, could I ask you a question?" Yvette came in and asked.

Chuck replied in embarrassment. "Yes?" NôvelDrama.Org copyrighted © content.

"I knew that you were the one who found this house for Queenie, but how did you find it?" Yvette smiled. She just asked due to curiosity. She didn't mean to accuse him of anything, but she merely wanted to know the truth, simple as that.

"Err...I, I bought it," Chuck stammered. He thought it was no longer necessary to hide these matters from her. He was pretty sure Yvette was already suspicious about him when she asked the question.

"You bought it?" Yvette was stunned. She remembered the time when she had hired a real estate agent on the day she sold the house. Coincidentally, someone happened to buy her house on that very same day. She and a real estate agent went to the house management office the next day. Chuck was also present at that time.

She should have thought of it! She had completely no idea that Chuck had so much money!

Also... she had suspected then that the reason it was bought so quickly was because of the "baller". Then, could it be that Chuck... was the "baller" who had been helping her all along?

Yvette began to grow nervous. How should she explain it? She could sense that something was fishy when Wilbur Wendel showed up as the "baller" and had dinner with her. That feeling.... it was weird. She did not get the same feeling from Wilbur compared to with the "baller". Nevertheless, she thought that she was just overthinking at that moment. But it seemed that she didn't... If Chuck really bought the house, then it would be a high possibility, at least a fifty percent, that the "baller" was Chuck, then...

Was it true?

"Yes." Chuck nodded.

Queenie was shocked. When Chuck brought her here, she thought this was just a house that Chuck had rented for her. But she didn't expect that he had bought the place. How could Chuck be so rich?

"Are you angry, honey?" Chuck whispered.

"No, I still have a question to ask you. If you don't answer me, then I will be mad at you." Yvette was even more nervous now. He admitted to it. So Yvette was 70% sure that Chuck was the "baller".

She didn't expect that Chuck was the one who bought her house. Did he take over the house because he thought she was having a difficult time?

"Question? What question?" Chuck was surprised. But what questions would Yvette ask? Was she going to ask how he had gathered that much money to buy this place? Nevertheless, he had told her before that he was born with a silver spoon. She just didn't believe him.

"Let's go home now. I'll ask you after we get home," Yvette said with a smile. "Queenie, please look after yourself. We're leaving now."

Queenie nodded silently. Chuck waited for Yvette to leave. He then approached Queenie and said, "I'm sorry, just now..."

"No, please don't say that. I'm sorry for you, and I'm sorry for Teacher Jordan." Queenie burst into tears uncontrollably. She knew that she was doing something inappropriate, but what could she do when the feeling was so overwhelming and that she couldn't even control herself?

Chuck sighed. "No, it's my fault. I overindulged myself that night. I could've kept myself in check."

If he could resist the temptation and refused her that day, Queenie would not feel guilty.

"No, you should go back now. Teacher Jordan is still outside." Queenie's tears were still rolling down her cheeks. Chuck had no choice but to leave. If he didn't leave, he might not be able to make up his mind to leave. Chuck left and closed the door.

Queenie wiped her tears, but they were endless...

......

They had just arrived home. Chuck took the contract out and was ready to talk about this with Yvette. Yvette came over with a cheerful grin and lay on Chuck's chest. "Hubby, could I please add you as online friend?"

Chuck was at his loss of words. How could it be...

Did Yvette guess that he was the "baller" after the incident just now? Impossible! Wilbur had appeared as the "baller" and they even had a meal together. She should not have doubted him.

"Maybe next time?" Chuck said.

Yvette raised her head and her nervousness disappeared. "Uh-huh, so it was you who saved me in the hotel right? And you didn't appear before me... because I was very brutal to you at that time, am I right?" she thought to herself.

"Okay, next time then. Hubby, I'm going to cook." Yvette said with a smile. Chuck was relieved and asked her to wait. Yvette was stunned the moment she saw Chuck take the contract out. Yvette's beautiful eyes were wide open. She froze as she placed her hand over her mouth. "Hubby..."

She wanted to cry. Tears were welling up in her eyes.

"I saw that someone was taking over your company today. So I bought it over. I'm returning the company to you now, and... I saw this outlet. The location is very strategic so I've bought it too. We could refurbish it into a restaurant. Let's take a look at the place tomorrow. You can design the interior, and then I will find the renovation company," Chuck said.

Yvette put the two contracts down and kissed him on the lips. Chuck was surprised.

Yvette held Chuck in her arms. "Hubby, why are you being so good to me?"

At this time, Yvette was almost certain that Chuck was indeed the "baller". But he still refused to admit it, so she would ask Wilbur about it tomorrow.

Chuck chuckled. He should treat his wife like a queen, shoudn't he?

Chuck felt relaxed and pleased that night. He felt much better when he hugged Yvette to sleep. In the morning, Yvette went to the company together with Chuck after finishing their breakfast. She had already contacted her previous employees that night before and said that the company was in business again. Since only a few days had passed since the company had closed down unexpectedly, most of the employees hadn't found a satisfactory job. They were pleasantly surprised to receive a phone call from Yvette.

After informing her that they could come back to work today, Yvette breathed a sigh of relief. This company was her baby. Therefore, she would still focus on developing the company, but at the same time also managing the outlet that Chuck had bought for her. After handing over the

company's affairs, she would check the place out with Chuck in the afternoon. Even though Chuck didn't say how much money he had spent, Yvette knew that it was definitely not cheap, so she must be careful!

When she arrived at the plaza, she saw that Wilbur was watching Zabrina Yalden filming. She smiled and asked Chuck to wait for her at the company. Then she walked towards Wilbur.

Wilbur was startled for a moment when he saw her. But after listening to Chuck's words, he, as the "baller", of course, would continue acting as the "baller".

"What's wrong?" Wilbur asked.

"I had just sent you a message through Whatsapp." Yvette said in a cold and nervous tone.

Upon hearing this sentence, he knew things had gone out of hand. Shit! He understood what Yvette meant. But how could he see the message?

"Ugh, you," Wilbur murmured. He couldn't pretend anymore.

"Tell me, please! Is the 'Baller' my husband Chuck?" Yvette looked at him and asked nervously. Quickly! Say it! It must be him!