Yvette did not expect Lance to also be here for dinner.
She did not know what he ant by sending a bottle of wine.
Most likely, he was here to cause trouble!
Stephen also saw the handso and tall man upstairs looking in their direction.
"Yvette?" Stephen said.
Yvette ca back to her senses and looked at Stephen. "Yes?"
"What’s wrong?"
He was asking if she needed his help.
Yvette shook her head. "It’s fine, Stephen. Let’s continue eating."
Stephen wasn’t a talkative person. If Yvette didn’t want to tell him, he wouldn’t ask.
The waiter stood at the side and asked, "Miss, may I open this wine for you?"
Yvette took a sip of warm water and said carelessly, "Throw it away."
The waiter did not understand for a mont and thought that she was asking to pour it into the wine cup. He imdiately opened the wine and prepared to pour it into the wine cup.
"I an throwing it away." Yvette raised her eyes.
Seeing that the waiter still did not understand, she added, "Throw it in the trash can."
"Throw, throw it in the trash can?" The waiter stuttered.
"Yes."
Yvette knew that Lance was watching.
Then let him watch the wine being thrown into the trash can.
The waiter wanted to do as she said but finally did not throw it. He was asked to throw this bottle of wine into the trash can. His hands trembled because it was worth millions of dollars.
Yvette took the wine from the waiter’s hand and said, "Let do it."
Then, she threw the bottle into the trash can.
Upstairs, Lance witnessed everything. His expression was as cold as frost.
Yvette had told him that she was busy, but in fact, she was dating another man!
Now, she even threw the wine he sent into the trash can.
Her expression was as if she disliked everything from him. She even wiped her hands, particularly disgusted.
Good job!
"Lance, looks like Yvette really doesn’t want to save your face at all!" Marvin laughed.
He rubbed his chin and comnted, "The man sitting opposite her is also pretty good-looking. It seems that without you, Yvette can also have a happy life!"
Lance’s handso face was as cold as ice. "If you don’t want your mouth, you can donate it. It’s noisy to keep it."
Marvin was not angry. He had long been used to Lance’s bitter sarcasm and even felt pity for him.
What was the use of having a good-looking face? Lance really didn’t know how to communicate with girls. Let alone getting along well with his wife.
Marvin coughed lightly, looked downstairs, and said, "Lance, you have to say so warm words. You have to express your love in a more direct way. Don’t always be overbearing. She will only be driven farther and farther away by you, understand?"
Marvin completely forgot that he was also a single man, and he still wanted to teach Lance. Lance walked downstairs without looking back.
"Hey, what are you going to do? If you don’t listen to , you will suffer!"
Lance slowly went downstairs with a cold expression.
Downstairs.
Yvette and Stephen had already finished more than half of their als.
Stephen peeled a crab for her and removed the at from the crab pincer.
It was believed that it was not suitable for won to eat that part.
Yvette felt sorry and said, "Stephen, it’s all my fault. I said that I would introduce you to a girl, but she never showed up."
Susana couldn’t co and then she sent a ssage to Yvette, saying that she didn’t want to find a boyfriend yet.
She clearly didn’t object to it two days ago, so why did Susana suddenly change her mind?
Yvette made up her mind that she must find the reason when she got back.
Stephen said gently, "Yvette, actually, I don’t need a girlfriend."
Yvette looked up, a little confused.
Why didn’t he want to be in a relationship?
Stephen smiled and said, "I want to get married."
"Stephen, you an real?"
"Yes, I’m not a young man anymore."
"No, Stephen, you look very young."
"Really?" Stephen asked.
"Of course, it’s true."
Yvette saw the look of disbelief on Stephen’s face and smiled, "You look like a college student."
Yvette praised without hesitation. She had always treated Stephen as her brother.
Normally, she would do whatever she wanted with her brother. Anyway, the effect was the sa.
"What kind of man do you like?" Stephen asked casually.
"?" Yvette was puzzled.
"Well, what kind of father do you want to find for Belle?"
Belle’s future stepfather...
Yvette imdiately thought of the man that Belle had chosen.
She dispelled this idea. It must not be him.
"Just one request. As long as he is good to Belle."
"What about you?"
"?"
"Don’t you have any requests?" Stephen nodded.
Yvette thought for a mont and said, "He should have a good temper, positive values, and be responsible."
Stephen served a cup of hot drink to Yvette and asked with a serious expression, "Do you think I et your requirents?"
"Cough..."
Yvette almost choked on the hot drink she had just drunk.
Stephen got up to pat her back, but Yvette waved her hand and cald down.
When Yvette was drinking water awkwardly, Stephen asked directly.
"Marlon told that you wanted to find a stepfather for Belle. What do you think of ?"
Yvette took a deep breath and was particularly surprised. "Stephen, you..."
"Yvette, I have no special desire for love. As I said, I think it’s ti for to have a family. We are in line with each other from all sides. Belle also likes quite a lot. I think it is very suitable."
Right!
It was just suitable!
Stephen concentrated his efforts on scientific issues and had always been less enthusiastic about romance and affairs. He enjoyed living his life in a step-by-step way.
Now that he was at the age where he should get married, he felt that if the marriage partner was Yvette, it would be acceptable.
Yvette also understood what he ant. It couldn’t be said how much he liked her. Perhaps he was more familiar with her. And that was why he used the word "suitable".
She was silent for a while and thought about it carefully. She felt that Stephen was the most suitable man.
At least she was familiar with him. There was no need to worry that he would not be a good father.
But it was too abrupt!
She was prepared to let him and Susana get together, but in the end, she actually got herself involved.
Moreover, she still had a thorny problem that she had yet to solve.
She said, "Stephen, I am now..."
Before she could finish speaking, she was interrupted by a cold and ruthless voice.
"Are you done eating?"
Lance walked to the side and dragged a chair between the two of them.
When he saw the crab that Stephen had personally peeled for Yvette on the table, his eyes turned cold.
Yvette was a little speechless.
This guy was disturbing others, so how could he be so self-righteous?
When Stephen saw that it was the man who had sent the wine upstairs earlier, he narrowed his eyes and asked, "Yvette, this is?"
"My ex-husband."
"Her husband."
The two of them spoke almost at the sa ti.
Hearing Yvette’s words, Lance’s face darkened, as if he was saying that he needed an explanation.
Stephen looked at the surging emotions in their eyes and did not say a word.
Yvette rembered that Lance was a madman who carried the marriage certificate with him. She took a breath and said reluctantly, "Will be my ex-husband soon."
Lance was speechless.
This explanation was not what he expected.
Stephen was a steady person. Although he had doubts in his heart, he would not ask about them.
"Finished?" he asked Yvette.
After Yvette nodded, Stephen stood up. The two of them seed to be planning to bypass Lance and leave.
In an instant, there was a hint of gloom flashed in Lance’s eyes, and his face was cold.
Yvette didn’t even look at Lance, as if he didn’t exist.
Lance couldn’t hold it anymore. He tugged the collar of his shirt and strode forward, grabbing Yvette’s slender wrist from behind.
Yvette glanced at him and struggled, but Lance held her tightly.
Lance threatened in a low voice, "If you move again, I will definitely kiss you until your legs go soft."
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