He kissed her passionately.
Yvette could feel his soft lips and sll his musky scent.
Lance tightened his grip on her wrist, having no intention of letting her go.
Unable to free herself, Yvette got anxious.
Her heart pounded hard. Their breaths intertwined.
There was only one thing she could think about.
Crazy.
Lance was crazy.
Suddenly, the musky scent was replaced by a sll of rust.
It was blood.
Yvette felt she was about to go crazy. Her mind was inundated by thoughts that paralyzed her.
Lance’s tongue was pressing against hers as he kissed Yvette deeply.
Both of them open their eyes. Yvette’s gaze t his.
She was trying to escape, while he was keeping her beside him.
When Lance loosened a bit after the long kiss, Yvette bit him on his lower lip without hesitation.
The pain caused Lance to let go of her.
However, his gaze was still fixed on her.
Ignoring him, Yvette rang the bell and called the police.
When the doctor was coming here, Yvette bent down to check Lance’s wound. Just one look made her shiver with anger.
Lance lost even more blood.
Yvette’s eyes were filled with tears as she growled, "Lance! Are you crazy?"
He might die.
Lance lay on the ground. Despite the stained bandage around his chest, he still looked charming as usual.
It was as if he had had a miracle cure. His lips beca rosy.
The corners of his lips curled up. His voice was hoarse. "Yeah. I am crazy."
Yvette felt sowhat guilty. She was not cursing him. She was mad at Lance because he did not care about his own health.
But apparently, she was overthinking.
The man raised his eyebrows as he chuckled. "I’m crazy for you."
"Lance!"
Yvette was truly mad at him this ti.
Even now, he was still joking.
Even if he died from excessive blood loss, he deserved it!
Seeing Yvette so nervous because of him, Lance grinned.
It was only at this ti that Lance felt that she still belonged to him.
"I’m not joking. You are my cure."
Only Yvette could cure his lovesickness.
The man’s voice was gentle, tinged with emotions.
Yvette’s heart pounded hard again.
She was not a doctor. How could she be his cure?
The doctor ca in soon and gasped when he saw Lance’s condition.
When the doctor was treating his wound, Lance remained silent. He only frowned when he could not take the pain.
The doctor was speechless. "Sir, don’t think you can do whatever you like just because you are young. Your injury ruptured twice. Another rupture will land you in the ICU."
The doctor was doing this for Lance’s good. As Lance was in the wrong, he could only endure it in silence.
Yvette, who was listening to their conversion, was overwheld by lingering fear.
Twice!
What was he doing? Did he want to die?
After the doctor was done lecturing Lance, he turned to Yvette.
"I know that you are young, but try to refrain yourself when your boyfriend is still recovering. Ruptures can be dangerous."
"Well..."
Yvette blushed. Just as she was about to explain, Lance interrupted her.
"Doctor, it had nothing to do with her. It was ."
The doctor laughed, "It is good for you to not groan when I was treating your wound. Now you are being overprotective."
Yvette’s cheeks turned even redder.
She knew why the doctor misunderstood them. There were still hickeys at the corner of Lance’s lips. They were proof of their passionate kisses.
The doctor glanced at the oatal. "It looks fresh and tasty. You must have done a lot of howork before you made that. Lance, you can have so."
With that, the doctor left.
Yvette stood by the bed, still mad about what had just happened. She looked down at her phone in silence.
Ellen sent a voice ssage. Yvette listened to what she had to say and texted back.
When Lance overheard this was a female voice, his mood was lifted.
He cleared his throat.
But Lance felt a crushing pain and took a deep breath.
Yvette hurriedly put away her phone and thought he needed to fetch sothing. So, she asked, "What do you want? I will get it for you."
"I’m hungry," Lance said with a smile.
"What do you want to have? I’ll ask Frankie to buy it for you."
"There is food in the ward." Lance tilted his head and lifted his chin.
He was referring to the oatal.
Yvette turned around, confused. Lance refused to have any just now.
However, she did not ask Lance why. She was about to walk to the kitchen, pour the cold oatal down the drain, and fetch a clean plate.
However, Lance held her hand and said, "I can eat that."
"It’s cold," Yvette said.
Lance should not eat cold food as he still had an injury. Plus, cold oatal did not taste that good.
She pushed his hand away. Yvette hid it well, but Lance could tell that she did not want him to touch her.
"I made a lot of oatal."
He did not know why Lance was insisting on eating the cold oatal.
"Keep it, I will eat it."
Lance took it and placed it on the bed table.
However, as his injury was on his chest, eating would an he had to move forward and backward.
Lance did not moan when he was in pain. He just frowned and ate with misery.
Yvette couldn’t stand it anymore. She reached out to take the plate, put away the table, and let him lie down.
Then, she spoon-fed him. Lance was more agreeable now and even sowhat obedient.
The word obedient seed to be out of place with soone as masculine as him.
But Yvette had a hunch that he backed down to make her happy.
Lance ate all the oatal.
She asked, "Do you want more?"
Lance’s gaze fell on her rosy, swollen lips. He said with an undertone, "I want more."
Then, he stared at her unblinkingly.
Yvette blushed. Even her eyes turned red.
"I’m asking if you want more oatal."
Lance could not move his eyes away from her. His lips curved. "I know. I ant I want more oatal."
Yvette did not believe him at all!
Lance ate a lot. He did not stop until the bottle holding the oatal was empty.
Nothing left in it.
Yvette was surprised. Hadn’t he had anything today?
Lance looked at her, grinning. "It’s delicious."
Yvette had put in a lot of effort to make this for him. Lance could not bear to waste any.
By the ti Lance finished eating, it was already late.
Yvette packed things up. Her action made Lance’s face fall.
"Are you leaving?"
Yvette nodded. "It’s too late."
"Don’t leave."
Lance grabbed her, not knowing how to keep her. He blurted out, "If you leave, no one takes care of . I was in the hospital because of you."
This was exactly what Tanya told her today.
Yvette’s bright eyes were tinged with disappointnt.
He was engaged. What was the point of her staying all night to take care of him?
Lance’s father accused her of being a mistress. His words still echoed in her mind.
This was very extrely humiliating to Yvette.
Yvette was a moral person. She would never allow herself to get involved in a triangular romance.
She clenched her hands and tried her best to bottle up her anger. She did not want to lose her temper here.
No one had thought about her situation and reputation.
But she could not let them get their way.
She took a deep breath. "How much does a nurse cost an hour? I can give you the money for you to hire one. She will take care of you until you are discharged."
Lance’s gaze flickered the mont he heard her words.
He stared at her for a mont and asked with a frown, "Why would I want your money?"
Yvette knew that he was pissed off. But she had to make her stance clear. She would never change her mind.
She said seriously, "We should not be too close. Keeping a distance is good for both you and ."
"You ca here just to tell that?" Lance asked.
He kept staring at her when he asked this.
Lance wanted to hear her say that she was here because she worried about him. He wanted to hear her explanation.
Yvette felt the pressure when she gazed into the man’s bright eyes.
"Kind of."
In a split second, the atmosphere got much tenser.
After a long ti, Lance let out a sneer, "Since you want to pay , why don’t we include my injury as well? I got hurt because of you. How much are you going to pay ?"
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