Five red fingerprints instantly appeared on Lance’s handso face.
Lance felt that he was about to snap. The anger in his chest surged.
"Yvette!"
She slapped his face again. He wondered if he indulged her too much.
However, that was not the end. In the next second, Yvette raised her hand, wanting to ruthlessly slap him again.
Lance intercepted Yvette’s hand halfway. She hit the back of his hand.
The sound was exceptionally crisp. Obviously, she used all her strength.
"You’re crazy!"
The veins on Lance’s forehead bulged as he grabbed her wrist, wanting to teach her a lesson.
He wanted to make it clear that no one should dare to slap his face.
However, just as he was about to make a move, he realized that the slender wrist in his hand was trembling non-stop and uncontrollably.
Why?
He looked up and asked in confusion, "Your hand..."
Before he could finish his sentence, he saw her face full of tears. In the blink of an eye, his mind went numb, and he no longer rembered what he wanted to ask.
Yvette used her left hand to pull back her right hand bit by bit.
Then she clasped her hands together and pinched her palms hard to stop herself from trembling.
Her eyes were full of hatred. "Lance, I never cheated on you during our marriage. Please don’t desecrate my fidelity to marriage with your filthy interpretation."
Yvette thought, at first, I supposed that even though we are divorced, we still can be decent when we bump into each other.
I was wrong. How can I co-exist with a bastard? We think differently.
She clasped her hands and responded to his taunt, "Also, I know that you tossed away. I know that all along. I don’t need you to remind of that over and over again. And I never thought you couldn’t live without . I know my weight."
The self-contempt in her words made Lance stunned.
He wanted to tell her that she got him wrong. It wasn’t what he ant.
However, Yvette did not give him the chance.
She said coldly, "Mr. Wolseley, I hope that you will rember your words. From now on, we are strangers. Please do so even if we bump into each other at so point. I don’t want to see your face ever again."
After saying that, she turned around and walked away from his line of sight step by step.
Suddenly, Lance found it hard to breathe.
He felt that his chest was pierced, and his heart was broken.
Yvette got in Charlie’s car.
Seeing that, Lance took a step forward. He sohow felt that his legs were weak.
"Mr. Wolseley..."
Frankie supported him in ti.
The wind was so strong. Lance said with great difficulty, "Really... All I wanted was for her to turn back..."
However, he lost control when he saw that she took another man’s side. He didn’t an any of the things he blurted out.
He hurt her unintentionally with his poor choice of words.
He just wanted her back. He just wanted her to co back to him. That was all.
Frankie was well aware that things would get trickier if Lance went after Yvette now.
Therefore, he advised, "Mr. Wolseley, let’s go back now."
Yvette and Charlie were on their way back.
Yvette tilted her head and did not say a word. The car window opened a crack, and the wind made her eyes red.
She couldn’t get rid of the subtle pain in her heart.
She thought, we were together for two years. I rember each great mont we shared.
How co everything changes the mont we split up?
How could he say that? His words hurt deeply. I am now clear-headed inside and out.
I will never, ever let anyone take control of my feelings and hurt .
Never.
When they arrived in New York, Yvette accompanied Charlie to the hospital to treat his wounds.
When they ca out, it was already late at night.
"Grab a bite?"
"Want to grab a bite?"
They spoke at almost the sa ti, and then they looked at each other and smiled.
"Just to be clear. My treat," Yvette beat Charlie to it.
She had offered it many tis, but she never got to treat him to a al. She was determined this ti.
Charlie smiled, "Alright. I’m all yours."
They ca to a restaurant.
After ordering, they sat opposite each other and suddenly felt a little awkward.
Charlie broke the silence. He said, "I was being rude in the afternoon."
Yvette was stunned for a mont. She looked at him as if trying to determine whether he ant it.
"I said that only because I figured that you didn’t want to co into contact with Mr. Wolseley. I can explain it to him if you want."
Charlie spoke righteously. It sounded like he was just helping her out.
Yvette let out a long sigh of relief. She thought, I’m so glad to hear that. Otherwise, things will get awkward.
Right now, relationships for are off the table. I’m glad to have Charlie as a friend. However, I cannot be around him comfortably if he becos my wooer.
She showed a relaxed smile for the first ti today.
"There is no need to explain to him. Thank you, Charlie, for helping out."
She thought, Lance can feel free to get things wrong as much as he wants.
Lance is a very proud man. After today, I strongly doubt whether he wants to see again. I’m sure he hates my guts.
Thinking of this, she felt a sense of relief.
She didn’t want to see Lance ever again.
There was no point in hurting each other.
From her expression, Charlie could tell that he said the right things. Telling her his feelings for her right now wouldn’t be a wise choice.
Chances were, Yvette would distance herself from him as far as possible. On no ground would she accept him.
His eyes flickered, and he smiled calmly, "I’m glad that you didn’t get the wrong idea. But I’ll still be happy to be your fake boyfriend as your shield in the future if there’s a need."
They beca much more relaxed, and they were both starving after a tiring day.
Being full led to a better mood. The al was very pleasant.
After the al, Charlie sent Yvette ho.
They arrived downstairs.
Yvette said goodbye to Charlie in the car. Charlie smiled and nodded.
Just as she was about to get out of the car, Charlie suddenly broke out in a sweat and covered his stomach, looking very painful.
Yvette hurriedly asked him what was wrong.
Charlie looked embarrassed. "My stomach feels funny. Can I use your bathroom?"
Yvette was stunned. Seeing that he was suffering, she found it inappropriate to refuse him, so she nodded.
They entered the room.
Yvette pointed in the direction of the bathroom, and Charlie went straight in.
After a while, Charlie ca out with a pale face.
Yvette let him sit on the sofa, poured him a glass of water, and asked, "Do you need to call an ambulance?"
Charlie shook his head. "It’s just sothing about my stomach. It’s habitual. I hate to disturb you at this late hour. I’ll just go downstairs and sit in the car for a while."
As he spoke, he got up. Yet he staggered after a few steps. It looked like he was about to fall.
Yvette hurriedly reached out to support him. Seeing that his face was pale, and he looked very uncomfortable, she felt a bit guilty.
After all, she was the one who invited him to a al. She was responsible for sure.
She hesitated and said, "Why don’t you lie down on the sofa for a while now? Or I can call an ambulance for you. I’m still up anyway."
Charlie stared at her and asked, "It won’t trouble you, will it?"
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