Entangled with My Cousin's Fiancé
Chapter 53 The Increasingly Obvious Strangeness Underneath

Chapter 53: Chapter 53 The Increasingly Obvious Strangeness Underneath

Melissa Greenwood was unaware of what Yolanda had said to Gemma Morgan, but she could sense that Gemma’s attitude towards her was amiss.

"What on earth did you say?" she yelled into the phone.

"Nothing much, you asked your mom to treat my hand, I just had to tell her how I got hurt."

Melissa was livid, "Are you slandering me to my mom?"

Yolanda found it amusing, "You seem to know very well whether it’s slander or not, you’re very clear about it in your heart."

After saying that, she hung up the phone, just as Cooper Coldson had finished his shower and returned.

The man was toweling his hair with one hand, his partially open robe revealing a glimpse of his solid muscles; although the belt was loosely tied, his broad shoulders and slim waist were still evident.

Yolanda took a glance and quickly averted her eyes, feeling her cheeks uncontrollably flush with red.

The memory of them both blushing and heated seemed as if it had been just yesterday, though it had been over a month ago.

Yolanda picked up her pajamas, ready to go and freshen up.

Noticing Cooper had already seated himself on the edge of the bed, she paused, "You sleep on the couch tonight."

"What?" Cooper stopped drying his hair, his long, phoenix-like eyes glancing over through the locks of hair falling on his forehead.

In the past, when they spent nights at the old house, Yolanda would always volunteer to sleep on the couch, but this time, Yolanda didn’t feel like being so accommodating.

"I said, you sleep on the couch tonight, I’ll take the bed," Yolanda repeated deliberately, word for word.

"Heh..." The man chuckled mockingly, "You sure are getting bolder."

With that, he swung his long legs up and stretched out on the bed first.

His eyes sparkled with amusement as he looked at Yolanda, radiating a bring-it-on attitude.

Yolanda bit her lip; she couldn’t back down now.

"Anyway, I’m going to sleep on the bed later, if you want to sleep with me, then just stay put over there."

She took her pajamas and stormed off.

Cooper’s fists clenched instantly, the sound of the rustling water from the bathroom stirring something within him.

He was always a disciplined man, and the mere three times he’d been intimate with a woman had all been with her.

This thought made him feel even more uncomfortable.

After Yolanda had taken her shower and dragged her feet before coming out, she was stunned yet pleased to find someone had conscientiously taken to the couch.

But Cooper was too tall for the couch; it clearly wasn’t long enough, and he was curled up, legs bent.

"Serves you right!" Yolanda muttered under her breath, then contentedly climbed into bed and turned off the lights.

When Cooper heard her emerge, the sensation below grew even more pronounced.

He forced himself to endure for a while, but the more he tried to ignore Yolanda, the more he could sense her presence in the air.

He couldn’t take it any longer and quickly sat up with a "swoosh."

By this time, Yolanda had already drifted off into a drowsy slumber; lately, she’d been particularly sleepy, always hungry, and no matter how agitated her mood, she could always fall asleep quickly.

Cooper sat in the dark for a while, making sure the person on the bed was truly asleep, then with a "snap," he turned on the light.

The abrupt brightness startled Yolanda awake.

"Why are you turning on the lights in the middle of the night? Aren’t you going to sleep?"

"Gotta use the bathroom, is that okay?" Cooper got up, walking awkwardly.

Yolanda squinted, "Didn’t you go when you showered? Got a bladder problem?"

Right after she spoke, she felt the bed dip beside her.

Yolanda jolted and half-awoke in an instant, rolling to the other side clutching the blanket.

She warily watched Cooper, "What are you doing?"

Cooper propped his hand on the edge of the bed, "What do you think I’m doing?"

Yolanda blinked rapidly, "How would I know what you’re planning?"

"Definitely not... you." Cooper straightened up and took his long strides to the bathroom.

"Damn man!" Yolanda Greenwood cursed under her breath.

She was just too sleepy, and had fallen asleep before Cooper Coldson returned.

As a result, she had no idea that Cooper had spent a full half-hour in the bathroom, and when he came out, his face was frighteningly dark.

He shook his sore right hand and, seeing the woman on the bed sleeping so soundly, gnashed his teeth in anger.

In the end, he simply couldn’t sleep on the couch, so he groped his way to the bed and lay down on the other side.

When Yolanda opened her eyes the next day, she found herself entangled with the man like an octopus.

"Ah, ah, ah..." Her scream was sharp with fright.

"What’s got into you?" Cooper opened his eyes and got out of bed to get dressed.

Yolanda, hugging the quilt pushed to the side of the bed, asked, "Who let you get on the bed?"

"This is the Coldson Family’s house, I am the Patriarch of the Coldson Family, I sleep wherever I want to."

Cooper turned his back to her, appearing to be in a rather good mood.

After Yolanda had freshened up, she saw that Cooper was actually waiting for her.

The two of them silently went downstairs together to have breakfast.

To their surprise, the old master was also there.

"Grandfather, good morning, Mom, Uncle, good morning."

After both of them greeted the elders, they sat down to eat.

"Did you sleep well last night?" Old Master Coldson asked with a beaming smile.

Yolanda glanced at Cooper from the corner of her eye.

"Quite well, Grandfather," Cooper replied obediently, "How about you, Grandfather? Did you sleep well?"

"Also good." It was apparent that the old man had hardly touched the porridge in front of him.

He then looked at Isabella Ross, "Last night, I dreamed of a painting, as beautiful as a fairyland..."

Isabella fell silent, unsure of what Old Master Coldson was getting at.

"Really, Dad? A painting so beautiful, wouldn’t it be a pity if it wasn’t painted?" Christopher said cheerfully from the side.

Isabella immediately shot him a glare, but it was too late.

Christopher’s words clearly struck a chord with the old master.

He nodded, "That’s exactly what I was thinking, Yolanda, you and Little Cooper should stay at the old house for a few more days, and help Grandfather paint it out, alright?"

"..." Yolanda instinctively looked towards Cooper.

"Grandfather..." Cooper started hesitantly.

"I didn’t ask for your opinion," Old Master Coldson looked at Yolanda, "Yolanda, would you mind doing this favor for Grandfather?"

"Grandfather," Yolanda began apologetically, "It’s not that I don’t want to help, it’s just that my hand really can’t paint for the time being."

"Can’t use your right hand, don’t you still have your left?" The old man’s gaze was still eagerly expectant.

"Mom," Isabella finally couldn’t help but speak up, "Painting isn’t that easy, if the right hand doesn’t work, just switch to the left hand, don’t make it hard for her."

"Is it difficult?" Old Master Coldson asked only Yolanda.

Yolanda had never considered or even attempted it, but she knew it wouldn’t be easy.

However, looking into the old man’s eyes, she just couldn’t refuse, "I... I’ll give it a try."

"Good." Old Master Coldson was satisfied and had the nurse help him back to his room.

Isabella was so angry she could explode.

She threw down her chopsticks and was determined to start an argument with Yolanda.

"Yolanda, there are some things that I must say now. You’ve been married to Little Cooper for a year, why haven’t you gotten pregnant?"

"As a daughter-in-law of the Coldson Family, taking care of the man, perpetuating the lineage, you can’t do either, I can’t see any use for you to stay in the Coldson Family!"