My Billionaire Mom
Chapter 195

In her house, Zelda was pondering to herself in her room.

She felt very nervous and had butterflies in her stomach. The thought of spending her birthday with Chuck made her feel like they were going on a date.

"What should I wear? Skinny jeans? Yes, that should do... But Chuck seemed to enjoy looking at my legs. Perhaps I should wear shorts?"

"Hmm... Shorts it is!" She finally came to a decision.

"Then, what top should I wear? A white T-shirt?" Zelda muttered to herself and tried on several outfits before deciding on a final look.

She looked at herself in the mirror. She had long, slender and fair legs, and the T-shirt was fitting that it showed her abs. She smiled shyly, thinking that Chuck would like her look.

She lay on the bed and tried to calm herself down. She figured that it was best to go to the plaza in the afternoon so that she wouldn't bother Chuck while he was working.

Zelda wasn't planning on doing anything outrageous. She knew that Chuck loved Yvette, so she didn't want to tease him either. She just wanted to have a meal with him, chill at a bar, and go home separately afterward.

That was what she had in mind. However, if Chuck requested anything, she wouldn't reject him either.

Be it in the car, by the road or at home; she'd agree to whatever he wanted, but only if he made the first move.

After all, it was her birthday. She would treat it as a gift from him.

As Zelda tried to calm down, her phone rang. She saw Chuck's name on the caller ID and felt excited. Could he have realized it was her birthday today? Maybe he was calling to wish her a happy birthday! Or... he could be asking her what gift she wanted!

Zelda answered the phone with expectations, however...

"Sister Zelda, I'm sorry, but I have something to do today..." Chuck's apologetic voice rang through the phone.

Zelda was stunned for a moment. She suddenly felt lost and uncomfortable.

"Sister Zelda, can you hear me? Sorry, something came up at the last minute, so I can't go out with you today." Chuck didn't hear a reply from her, and he thought that it was probably just his poor connection. "Yes, I heard you. It's all right, I understand," Zelda said bitterly.

She wasn't just disappointed. If it was something to do with the plaza, she would understand. She would even go to the plaza to help him solve the problem.

However, she would feel particularly disappointed if it was because of Yvette.

"Okay, by the way, Sister Zelda, why did you ask me to come out today?"

"Nothing. Go ahead since you're busy."

"Okay, since I'm not free today, how about tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow?" Zelda shook her head and said, "We'll see!"

"Okay, we'll talk later then. Bye!"

"Okay."

Zelda was extremely disappointed as she hung up the phone. It was her birthday today......

Without Chuck's company, how would she survive today? She was still thinking about where to go with Chuck just a while ago, but now he was busy.

Chuck put away his phone.

Based on Zelda's tone, Chuck figured that she would probably be fine. He thought she was upset because he couldn't accompany her, but he was probably just thinking too much. Chances were that she just wanted to drink and chill. They could do that tomorrow.

Soon, he stopped thinking of Zelda. In fact, he was a little excited because Yvette had never brought him to any of her class reunions before. He had rejected her once before due to his insecurities, so after that, she never asked him again.

However, the tables had turned. Now that he was rich, he had the confidence to attend the class reunion.

Soon, Yvette finished changing and walked out of the bedroom. She dressed casually without purposely dressing up since she didn't want to be ostentatious. After all, given Yvette's appearance and figure, a little dressing up would make her the center of attention.

Chuck walked over. He planned to dress casually as well, since he was only accompanying his wife for a meal.

"Honey, why aren't you wearing skinny jeans?" Chuck asked.

"Huh? Oh, would you like to see me in that? I'll go and change then," Yvette said shyly.

She had noticed Chuck peeking at her butt several times before when she wore skinny jeans, so she figured that he loved to see her in that outfit. Therefore...

"No, just wear it for me at home," Chuck said.

"Okay." Yvette's face turned red. It was her husband's right to see her in any outfit that he pleased.

As they went downstairs, Yvette noticed a BMW seven series parked next to her car. She was shocked. She had seen the car several times before and knew that it was expensive. Not many people could afford it.

"Would you like to go in and have a seat?" Chuck smiled.

"It's alright. Didn't you already buy me a car? We'll drive that today." Yvette shook her head and opened her car door.

Chuck smiled, "We can take this car today because it's..."

"Hello, yes, Spade Hotel? Alright, I'll be there right away," Yvette answered the phone and started the car. Then, she turned around curiously. "Honey, what did you say just now?"

Chuck had no choice but to say, "I said that this car is..."

Yvette rushed him, "Hubby, come on, get into the car."

Chuck was confused, but opened the car door and went in. Yvette suddenly noticed a pair of eyes staring their way. It was probably the loan sharks.

"What's wrong, honey?" Chuck asked with a puzzled expression. By then, Yvette had already driven out of the community.

"Nothing," Yvette replied worryingly. She had to solve this matter as soon as possible. It was fine if she lost her car, but she couldn't afford to lose Chuck.

"Hubby, take this with you whenever you go out. It's a pepper spray," Yvette said.

Chuck wanted to refuse her. After all, he had been trained in boxing. However, after thinking for a while, he decided to listen to Yvette. Since he was still a rookie, he wanted to be more cautious as he was bound to bump into countless people.

Chuck slipped the pepper spray into his pocket, hoping that he wouldn't need to use it.

It took them almost thirty minutes to arrive at the Spade Hotel. Chuck had never attended the class reunion before, be it a primary school or high school reunion. He had always felt inferior about himself. Come to think about it, his high school reunion would be happening next month. He considered attending if he had the time just to see his ex-classmates.

"Hubby, let's go," Yvette said as she parked her car.

Then, she took 1,000 dollars from her bag to pay for her share of the meal. She wasn't going to let other people pay her bill.

Soon, Chuck and Yvette got into the elevator and went up.

In the private room.

Yvette's high school classmates were heard laughing and chatting. Suddenly, a man in a suit entered. He turned out to be the manager of the Spade Hotel, and also Yvette's classmate. He said, "I saw Yvette driving a new Benz. There's also a young man next to her"

One of the students said, "Yvette was the most popular girl during our school days. Everyone in the school thought that she was beautiful. It's natural that she found herself a younger man"

"I didn't think that Yvette like younger men. What a pity."

"What's a pity? I heard that her small company isn't doing very well, and that she had to support herself with her salary as a teacher. How could she afford to buy a Benz? I'm sure she's the mistress of that man you mentioned earlier."

"What? A mistress? But she always rejected rich men who pursued her when we were students."

"We've all grown up, haven't we? Our mindsets change. She probably realized her worth and used her beauty to earn money. Isn't that good for her?"

"You're right. I wonder how much it takes to keep her as a mistress..."

"You want to try? You're married, aren't you?"

"I said, mistress. Of course, that means that I'll hide her from my wife!"

"Haha..."

As the classmates in the private room laughed, Yvette suddenly opened the door, walked in with a smile, and said, "Hello everyone, allow me to introduce everyone to my husband, Chuck Cannon..."

"Husband?"

"Shame on you! You're a mistress, aren't you? How dare you call him your husband? We all know the truth."

"But this Chuck doesn't seem like he can afford Yvette. He looks like a loser," The students whispered amongst themselves.