"You won’t," Yvette comforted him.
"I an what if..."
Charlie paused. Half of his handso face was imrsed in the bright sunlight. But his eyes were a little cold.
"Will you accompany for the rest of your life?"
Yvette said nothing.
Actually, she had never thought about this possibility at all.
Therefore, when he suddenly talked about this, she was stunned.
Charlie was unhappy because of her hesitation. He suddenly reached out and firmly grabbed her other hand.
Yvette breathed unevenly and looked at him with wide eyes.
Charlie said softly, "Rember your words."
Yvette was stunned and suddenly felt that Charlie was a little strange.
The next second, things changed.
The car stopped suddenly!
The brakes screeched!
Sohow, the car stopped.
And then, the car door opened with a loud bang.
Lance stood outside, staring at their tightly clasped hands for a few seconds. Suddenly, he sneered.
The disgust in his eyes made Yvette feel as if her heart had been pierced through.
"Get off," Lance looked at her and ordered coldly.
Yvette subconsciously wanted to withdraw her hand, but Charlie grasped her hand so tightly that she could not move.
Charlie looked back at Lance and said lightly, "Excuse , Mr. Wolseley. We still have a flight to catch."
Lance glanced at him coldly, his face darkened. He ignored Charlie and directly pulled Yvette out of the car.
But Charlie did not let go, which made Yvette feel like she was going to be torn apart. She frowned and called out, "Ouch!"
Instantly, Lance loosened his grasp on her hand, and so did Charlie.
Seeing this, Lance directly picked her up and carried her to his car.
However, Charlie said lightly from behind, "Yvette, I will wait for you."
Yvette suddenly ca back to her senses. They still had to catch a plane. What was Lance doing?
She struggled and pulled a long face. "Lance, put down."
But Lance acted as if he did not hear her words and threw her into the back seat of his car. He supported both his hands on the back of the seat and locked her between his arms.
"Why? Do you want to leave with him?"
"What are you talking about?" asked Yvette, who looked down.
Lance fixed his eyes on her and taunted, "Do you really think that after divorcing , you can do whatever you want and I can’t do anything about it?"
Lance was furious when he found out that Yvette actually planned to go abroad with Charlie for Charlie’s treatnt without telling him.
Who was her place to go abroad with Charlie?
That day when they t in the elevator, Lance signaled Juliette to explain their relationship to Yvette. Unexpectedly, Yvette cleared it up imdiately.
She even said that she had nothing to do with him.
When Lance heard this, he was so angry that he almost lost his temper, but he managed to restrain his anger back in the end.
When he was dealing with the troubles of the company, Yvette took care of Charlie all day long. Lance didn’t say a word about it as well.
But now, she was going to leave with Charlie!
How could Lance stand this?
Lance pinched her face with one hand and forced her to face him. His tone was fierce and urgent. "If you want to be with him, why did you flirt with and kiss ? Tell . Do you always be so cheap?"
Yvette looked at Lance with her eyes wide open, finding it hard to believe what he had just said.
Instantly, her face turned as pale as a sheet.
After saying that, Lance regretted it imdiately. He was really very angry.
He was angry that Yvette never considered him in the very first place.
"You are right." Yvette suddenly said with red eyes, "I’m cheap!"
I’m so cheap that I fell in love with you again.
I’m so cheap that I still consider so much for you and try my best not to be your burden.
Yvette felt particularly tired and did not want to continue arguing with him. "Put down. I don’t want to be late for my flight."
Lance’s face twisted in rage when he heard the impatience in her voice. The anger got him instantly.
His face darkened as he leaned over.
Yvette felt a sharp pain in her neck. Lance was biting her neck.
This crazy man!
He had just called her cheap, then what was he doing now?
"You bastard! Let go of !" Yvette tried to push him away, feeling wronged.
But Lance didn’t stop until he marked her neck and chest with his kisses. He then raised his head and mocked, "Don’t act like you are a virgin. Didn’t you like doing this most in the past?"
"But you can’t do this to anymore. We have nothing to do with each other anymore."
Yvette bit her lip, raising her head slightly in case of tears stread down her cheeks because of his humiliation.
Lance grabbed her chin and said fiercely, "Let ask you one last ti. Do you really want to go with him?"
"Yes, Charlie saved my life. I have to go with him." Yvette made it clear.
"He saved you, but didn’t I fucking save you as well?" Lance was so angry that he swore.
"You want to give yourself to him. Then what are you going to give ?"
Yvette felt her heart skip a beat, and she slowly said, "I’m grateful to you, but please, stay out of my affairs in the future."
So that she would no longer have to face Tanya’s accusations. Just as Tanya had said, Yvette couldn’t give anything to Lance or be helpful to him. It would be better for her to stay away from him.
For the first ti, Lance felt his heart dying. The light in his eyes dimd. "I don’t want your thanks. I want sothing more useful."
"What do you want... Stop!"
Yvette opened her eyes wide when she felt him unbutton her pants with his fingers.
"You bastard! I have nothing to do with you anymore! You can’t do this to !"
A fierce look ca into Lance’s eyes as he pressed her down and said sarcastically, "Really? I don’t need you to tell what to do!"
Yvette couldn’t help but shed tears and say firmly, "Lance, you can’t force . There are many won who are willing to sleep with you, but I’m not one of them. I don’t want to!"
Tears wet Yvette’s little face, which was written with resistance and stubbornness.
Lance felt as if his heart was hit by a teorite when he saw her tears.
Suddenly, he felt bored and everything didn’t matter anymore.
Yvette thought that she was humiliated, and Lance felt the sa as well.
Because he gave her his heart, but she never wanted it.
Lance suddenly got up and said coldly, "Get the fuck out of here."
Yvette’s face was full of tears. She adjusted her clothes and got out of the car without a word.
Charlie sat in the wheelchair outside the car, watching the car without saying anything.
He looked calm and indifferent, but in fact, he was extrely angry in his heart.
After Yvette got out of the car, she saw Charlie, who was pushed by the butler. She was slightly shocked and was about to speak.
But Charlie said gently, "It’s windy. Get in the car first."
Yvette also didn’t want to stand here. She felt so ashad that she wanted to hide imdiately. So she turned and got into the car.
Lance’s clothes were also ssy and there were scratches on his neck. It could be imagined how crazy they were just now.
Lance slowly adjusted his collar. He didn’t close the car door, deliberately showing Charlie how ssy inside the car was.
Unexpectedly, Charlie chuckled. "Mr. Wolseley, I got you. I also have never seen anyone as sexy as Yvette. No one can restrain himself when they see her. When I tasted her the first ti, just like you, I couldn’t control myself either."
Charlie spoke in a particularly frivolous tone, especially when he talked about "tasting" Yvette.
"What did you just say?" Lance’s face darkened.
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