His secret spoiled wife (Lily and Alexander)

Chapter 2409

"Do you think I need your protection?" Dominic knocked Austin’s head and said bluntly, "More like

you're going to mess things up for me."

"Hey! Uncle Dom, I—"

Dominic interrupted, "What will you do while I hypnotize the old gal? Sing her a lullaby? Do you think I

can hypnotize her with you hanging around?"

Austin was stumped.

"I'm going to hypnotize her, not move furniture. I don't need you." Dominic then turned to Alexander.

"Give me two days to prepare. I need to return to my estate to take care of something."

Alexander nodded. "Okay. If you need anything, just let me know."

With that, the group concluded their meeting. Although it was only two days, the wait was distressing

enough. For them, each day delayed was unbearable.

Meanwhile, Rhea and Lily put their best efforts into their experiments as if competing against each

other.

Yasmin had never visited the laboratory, not even once. It was as if she had forgotten about the place.

All she did was bask in the sun and feel the wind on the balcony as if enjoying her retirement.

The sunlight was lovely today as the queen wheeled herself to the airy spot on the balcony. She tilted

her head back and narrowed her eyes, listening to the birds chirping.

Rick approached from behind and placed a thin blanket over her, saying, “It’s pretty windy out here,

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His simple gesture showed he cared for her. When he leaned over to adjust the blanket, Yasmin said,

“You’re blocking the sun.”

Rick quickly straightened up and moved aside while Yasmin enjoyed the sun’s warmth. Rick could only

stand aside in silence.

Yasmin remained quiet for a long while, seeming to have fallen asleep until the sound of a car engine

echoed from downstairs. She opened her eyes slightly and glanced downstairs, probably disturbed by

the noise.

Her position offered the view of the gate, but since she was in a wheelchair, she could see nothing. She

grunted and moved her body, saying, “How long was I asleep?”

“Not long, Your Majesty,” Rick answered gently, “Only about an hour.”

"An hour, huh? I felt like I slept for a long time. That was a good nap." Feeling slightly numb, she

stretched her neck and looked over her shoulder at Rick. "It’d be wonderful if I could sleep that well

every day,” she said thoughtfully.

As she got old, she realized having proper sleep had become a luxury.

Rick was not good with words, unlike Fred. Hence, the former remained silent. If Fred were around, he

would surely try to flatter Yasmin and tell her she was still young. However, Rick simply continued

guarding her.