LOVE IN PARIS: Married To My Brother-in-law-Chapter 106: My Husband

His eyes scanned the house instinctively, his sharp gaze catching the light spilling from an open window, Yvette’s window.

His frown deepened, but he said nothing, merely leaning back against the steps with a low chuckle.

"Guess some secrets are worth keeping". He murmured, grinding the cigarette into the ashtray and heading back to his room but not without a last glance at the open window and the shiloulite standing there before she then draw the curtains and closed the windows.

The soft hues of dawn painted the sky as Tyrell stepped out of his room, the world still wrapped in the quiet embrace of morning.

The gentle chirping of birds served as the only soundtrack to the serene environment and streets, interrupted only by the occasional rustle of leaves in the cool breeze.

Tyrell dressed in a casual grey joggers and a loose black hoodie, stretched his arms as he yawned, savoring the stillness.

Just as he held the door open and was about to step forward and take another step forward into the narrow corridor, he almost collided with Yvette who seemed as startled as he was.

Her hair was slightly disheveled, and her casual outfit, an oversized sweater and jeans looked just as perfect on her. There seems to be nothing out of the ordinary but he couldn’t help but remember what happened last night, wondering what could possibly be the relationship between her and the man he didn’t have the chance to see his face.

"Good morning". It was only until she greeted that he snapped out of it. She had a wide smile on her face like as if nothing wrong happened or she’s done nothing wrong and he almost blamed himself for thinking about her like that, perhaps it was all just coincidental.

Not until his eyes instinctively flicked to her face, that he then he noticed something else: faint, uneven marks trailing down her neck.

His brows furrowed slightly before the sheer realization dawned on him and without a word, he grabbed her arm gently and pulled her into his apartment, shutting the door closed behind them.

Yvette stood in stunned silence, her eyes wide as she tried to process his abrupt gesture.

"Tyrell—what—?". She e started, but he cut her off politely after fumbling around and handing her a clean scarf and a small hand mirror.

"You might want to check this out". He said, his voice calm but pointed, gesturing toward her neck.

Confused, Yvette reluctantly took the mirror from him and lifted it to her face, angling it to see the side of her neck he had just pointed to and upon noticing the faint, uneven trails of the hickeys, her expression shifted rapidly from confusion to horror to a flushed embarrassment.

"Oh my god" She muttered, hastily pulling the collar of her sweater higher to cover the marks as she immediately dropped the mirror. "I didn’t realize..."

Tyrell chuckled and leaned against the counter, arms crossed, his face a mix of amusement and concern.

"Yeah, well, you might want to realize it before you step outside. It’s a good thing I caught you first before anyone else or I can’t imagine what sort of news would be flying around by now" .

She looked up at him, her lips parting as if to speak, but no words came out.

Watching her, Tyrell raised an eyebrow. "So... are you going to explain, or should I just start guessing?"

Yvette hesitated, biting her lip as she clutched the scarf in her hand, not knowing where to begin and how to explain. "It’s... not what it looks like" . She said, her voice quieter now. 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

Tyrell smirked. "Oh, I’m sure it’s exactly what it looks like."

She rolled her eyes, her initial embarrassment giving way to exasperation. " Tyrell, don’t start, it’s really not what it looks like."

"I’m not starting anything,". He replied smoothly, his voice dripping with mock innocence. "Just curious, that’s all."

Yvette sighed, shaking her head as she moved to sit on the couch and Tyrell followed, his expression softening as he joined her.

"Alright, I’ll stop teasing. But seriously, you should be more careful."

She nodded, still avoiding his gaze. "Thanks for pointing it out."

Tyrell studied her for a moment, then said, almost casually, "I saw you at dawn yesterday."

Her head snapped up, her brows furrowing in confusion. "What?"

"At dawn". He repeated. "I saw someone whom I’m absolutely sure was a guy leaving the set."

Yvette tilted her head, puzzled but calm. "And?"

Tyrell leaned back, resting an arm on the back of the couch. "You wavung from your room."

Her eyes widened slightly before she masked her reaction with a neutral expression. "And why were you watching me?"

He chuckled softly. "I wasn’t watching you. I just happened to see. Don’t worry, Yvette, I’m not prying on you. I have absolutely no reason to do so."

For a moment, there was silence between them, the weight of unspoken questions lingering in the air.

And until Yvette finally broke it with a sudden shift in topic.

"Let me ask you, how do you feel about Leila?" She asked, her tone casual but her eyes sharp as they studied his reaction for any subtle changes.

Tyrell blinked, momentarily thrown off guard by the sudden change in topic and question. "Leila?"

"Yes". She said, her lips curving into a small smile as she repeated after him . "Leila, yes."

Tyrell exhaled, leaning forward nervously with his elbows on his knees, his earlier demeanor was now nowhere to be found and now he looked so anxious.

"I..." He hesitated, then smiled faintly. "I . . Think love he. I love her" .

Yvette’s eyes sparkled with intrigue upon hearing his answers. "You do?"

He nodded, his voice steady. "Since we met, I can’t get her off my mind, guess it’s love at first sight. She’s... incredible. Smart, kind, and so frustratingly stubborn sometimes."

Yvette laughed softly. "That does sound like Leila."

Tyrell glanced at her, his expression uncertain before he mustered enough courage to ask. "Do you think she feels the same way?"

Yvette tilted her head, considering her words carefully. "I think she does, but... you’re always teasing her. She might think you’re not serious."

Tyrell chuckled and sighed, a wry smile tugging at his lips. "I don’t think she’ll be thinking that way after what happened yesterday evening."

Yvette’s curiosity was Instantly piqued. "What happened yesterday evening?"

He smirked, shaking his head. "I can’t tell you. If I do, she’ll be even more shy when she finds out you know."

Yvette’s mouth fell open slightly. "Wow. Now you have me dying of curiosity."

Tyrell chuckled at her reaction. "Sorry, Yvette. Some secrets are better kept to ourselves, I think."

She pouted, then giggled. "Fine. But seriously, Tyrell, if you love her, you need to tell her. Be pure and honest. Straightforward. If you keep teasing her, she’ll think you’re just playing around."

He nodded thoughtfully. "Thanks for the advice. I’ll... think about it."

For a while, they sat in companionable silence, the weight of their conversation lingering. Then Yvette spoke again, her tone softer.

"Tyrell... about earlier."

He turned to her, his expression attentive. "Yeah?"

"The person you saw earlier... that’s my husband."

Tyrell froze, his eyes widening. "Husband?"

Yvette nodded, her gaze steady.

"Yes. The person you saw with me is my husband. Nobody knows except Leila, Blair, who’s his distant cousin—and the director, who’s an old friend of his."

Tyrell stared at her in shock, processing her words. "Why keep it a secret?" . He finally asked after a while.

She smiled faintly, her eyes distant.

" You know how the industry is like, moreover, he’s in a high position, and I don’t want people thinking I got to where I am because of him. I’ve worked hard for this, Tyrell. I want to stand beside him as an equal, not as someone riding on his coattails."

Tyrell nodded slowly. "I get it. And don’t worry, your secret’s safe with me."

She smiled, genuine gratitude shining in her eyes. "Thank you, Tyrell."

He leaned back, exhaling deeply. "You know, Yvette for someone who’s so secretive, you’re surprisingly open when it comes to giving advice."

She laughed softly, the sound light and carefree. "What can I say? I like to help."

Tyrell smiled, his earlier tension melting away. "Well, I appreciate it. And for what it’s worth, I think you’re doing the right thing."

Yvette’s smile widened at his words, and for a moment, the room felt lighter, the morning sun streaming through the window casting a warm glow over them.

He leaned back, exhaling deeply. "You know, Yvette for someone who’s so secretive, you’re surprisingly open when it comes to giving advice."

She laughed softly, the sound light and carefree. "What can I say? I like to help."

Tyrell smiled, his earlier tension melting away. "Well, I appreciate it. And for what it’s worth, I think you’re doing the right thing."

Yvette’s smile widened at his words, and for a moment, the room felt lighter, the morning sun streaming through the window casting a warm glow over them.