If Walls Could Touch

Josh's Bride

“ Let go of my hands.” Yvonne exclaimed, as she abruptly pulled her hands away from Max's grip upon hearing footsteps coming nearer to the corner where she was with him.

Yvonne emerged from the corner, moving slowly and lethargically, feigning exhaustion. Meanwhile, Max lingered, contemplating that she had decided to inform them she would not proceed with the marriage.

"Ma Yvonne, are you alright?" The maid inquired while hurrying to assist her and accompany her to the event.

"I’m okay, Mia." Yvonne responded to her maid while they returned to the event.

Are you fine? Is she fine? Where did she go? What happened? The visitors were murmuring, inquiring with worry as Josh approached to support her and assist her in sitting down.

Mr. Harrison realized that there was more to the situation than what meets the eye. He remained in place, glaring at Yvonne and attempting to understand what transpired outside.

While looking, Josh’s father, Mr. Harrison turned and noticed him not reacting or displaying any worry for his daughter.

Mr. Harrison sensed that there was an issue when he noticed the expression on Mr. Reginald's face.

He retrieved his phone from a bodyguard and sent a message stating, "make your daughter behave appropriately." Set her straight. "I'll be leaving in the next ten minutes."

Mr. Reginald was so occupied with considering ways to get Yvonne to willingly accept Josh that he neglected to look at his phone. He experienced a sensation of motion as he turned to glance, observing Mr. Harrison's guard leaning in to quietly suggest he check his message from Mr. Harrison.

Mr. Reginald and Josh rose and thanked their guests for attending the engagement party as he concluded the celebration.

Everyone was ready to leave, but Max was still waiting for Yvonne. He approached the gathering and noticed that everyone was chatting, grinning, and preparing to leave; at that moment, he realized that Yvonne had opted to remain.

Max quietly searched for Yvonne while keeping a low profile.

Tink! Yvonne listened to the sound of something being thrown and looked to identify the person who had tossed the stone.

“Max, you need to leave, do it now,” Yvonne urged as she stepped closer, grasping his hand to lead him toward an empty area.

As Max's gaze sought solutions, Yvonne's remarks sliced through the atmosphere like a knife, rendering him astonished and perplexed. "What are you saying, Yvonne?" he inquired, his expression twisted in puzzlement, tears forming in his eyes that were on the verge of overflowing.

However, Yvonne's demeanor stayed steadfast, her tone strong and unfeeling. "We have to halt, Max." "We ought to stop meeting each other." The words lingered in the atmosphere like a provocation, causing Max to stagger in disbelief.

Just moments earlier, Yvonne had been eager to break free from the suffocating hold of her fiancé, Josh, and the overwhelming demands of her family. However, it appeared that she was distancing herself from Max, turning away from the only person who had provided her with support.

Max's feelings surged, his voice breaking with urgency. "What are you referring to, Yvonne?" You wished to break free, to abandon everything. "I'm attempting to assist you, to provide you with an escape." He waved his arms frantically, his gaze imploring her to comprehend.

However, Yvonne's reply was cold, her remarks intended to undermine Max. "I don't really know you, Max." "You're merely a...a chauffeur." The focus on his job was intentional, a strategic strike meant to remind Max of his position.

As the words floated in the air, Max's phone broke the quiet, its persistent ringing a stark reminder of the reality beyond their intimate space. Yet Max paid no attention to it, concentrating entirely on Yvonne, his heart racing in his chest.

"Answer your call, Max," Yvonne insisted, her tone assertive yet her eyes revealing a trace of urgency. "You must return to your tasks."

However, Max would not relent, his tone imbued with a calm resolve. "Not at all, Yvonne." I choose you. I will leave my job immediately if it means being with you. "I'll go to any lengths to ensure your happiness."

The words poured from him like a confession, revealing his most profound emotions. Yet Yvonne's reaction was harsh, her refusal a stinging blow.

"Not at all, Max. I do not choose you. You're simply an ordinary driver, and we'll never become anything else." The words pierced profoundly, causing Max to feel crushed and devastated.

As the quietness between them increased, the wind strengthened, stirring the leaves and murmuring secrets in the shadows. Yet Max's heart was too burdened to listen, his spirit shattered by Yvonne's denial.

RRIIIIIING! RRRR IIII! RRIIIIIING! RRRR IIII! The constant ringing of his phone cut through the air, breaking the heavy silence that surrounded them. Max faced away from Yvonne and strolled off, the sound of his footsteps fading.

Yvonne watched him go, her hand automatically stretching out as if to prevent his departure. However, Max did not turn around. He continued walking, leaving Yvonne by herself, her heart burdened with feelings.

As the sound of Max's footsteps disappeared, Yvonne's expression twisted in agony. She grasped her chest, as if attempting to literally contain the pain. With a soft whimper, she pivoted and staggered to her bedroom.

She collapsed onto her bed, weary and emotionally spent. The mattress's plushness surrounded her, and she released a long sigh. As the shadows surrounded her, Yvonne's eyelids felt weighted, and she drifted into a restless, deep slumber. Zzz...

With each passing day, Yvonne felt herself growing more alone. Josh's guards accompanied her at all times, stopping her from communicating with anyone or acting independently. She sensed that she was a captive within her own house.

She sensed she was trapped in a nightmare, with no way out visible. She has already surrendered. She will figure out how to be happy on her own but will never love Josh, regardless of his actions.

Yvonne wanders through the garden, enjoying the warm sunlight on her skin and breathing in the delightful aroma of blooming flowers, feeling a deep peace, calmness and serenity.

Nonetheless, it was brief. Her eyes wandered to the fence, and her pulse raced as she noticed a man there, his stare locked on her.

A chill coursed through her spine as Josh's guards hurried in, encircling the enigmatic silhouette. "Keep your distance from her," one of the guards snarled, his hand poised on the grip of his weapon. "She is Mr. Josh's wife."

The man's eyes locked onto Yvonne's face, and for a moment, someone came across her mind. The way he looked at her was the same way Max used to look at her back then.

But before she could understand her feelings, the guards hauled the stranger away, leaving Yvonne feeling more confined than ever.

Yvonne began to walk back toward the mansion. When she got to the door, a soft whisper appeared to brush against her ear: "Yvonne, please don't. Refrain from marrying him."

She turned around, yet no one was visible. The sound seemed to come from every angle, bouncing off the walls, causing her anxiety to spike.

Overcome with emotion, Yvonne's sight began to blur, she felt the weight of the mysterious whisper crushing her. She stumbled, her legs trembling beneath her. The world around her began to spin, and she felt

herself being pulled down into darkness.

And then, everything turned dark.