"I have already sent soone to confirm it."
"Okay. I will be on a business trip for half a month," Marlon suddenly said.
"Okay, got it."
The two n looked at each other. Lance understood what Marlon ant.
When Lance was about to leave, Marlon suddenly called out to him, "Is Yazmin from the Myers family in Luxembourg?"
"Yes. Do you know about the family?"
"A little. My father is familiar with a person of the Myers family."
Marlon asked again, "Before, you said that you owed Yazmin a favor. Can I ask what kind of favor it is?"
Lance lowered his head, and he did not speak for a long ti.
He thought of the day when Yazmin saved him. It was her birthday.
At that ti, the Myers family held a birthday party for Yazmin in Luxembourg.
And in the warehouse of the villa, Lance saw the scene of his father having a private relationship with a maid.
The two of them were having sex. Lance felt extrely disgusted.
He was in a daze and fell down the icy river. It was Yazmin who found his position under the ice, smashed a hole with a hamr, and risked her life to save him.
He rembered very clearly that she had been cheering for him all the ti and telling him not to give up. And she asked him to reach out to her.
At that ti, Yazmin was innocent, kind, and cute.
Lance never thought that Yazmin would beco this kind of woman one day.
He gave her countless opportunities, hoping that she would correct herself. But Yazmin still chose to harm others, and eventually, she hard herself.
Marlon saw Lance was in deep thought. Marlon thought that Lance was unwilling to say it. Marlon’s face darkened.
"Mr. Wolseley, it’s fine if you don’t want to say it. It’s very late. Please go back."
"No. I can tell you."
Lance ca back to his senses and added, "When I was very young, I fell into the icy river. It was Yazmin who saved ."
"Icy river?"
Marlon frowned and asked, "Could it be the ice lake in Duke Mauss’ Manor?"
"How do you know?" Lance was confused.
"I..."
Just as Marlon was about to speak, he rembered that he was about to go to Luxembourg.
There were so things that he had to ask so people to confirm.
"I have been to Duke Mauss’ Manor before. Alright, just go back now."
Marlon looked at Lance’s pale face and said, "Take good care of your body."
Lance smiled, "Thank you for your concern."
Marlon was stunned.
Why would he care about Lance?
It seed that subconsciously, Marlon had already treated Lance as a family.
Marlon frowned.
He said with a cold face, "I don’t care about you."
After that, he walked directly into the villa, regardless of whether Lance had left or not.
...
Marlon played with Isabel in the villa for a while before leaving.
After Isabel fell asleep, Yvette also comfortably took a milk bath.
After that, Yvette ca out wrapped in a bath towel. When she passed by the mirror, she stopped.
She looked in the mirror. Under her slender fair neck, there was a red mark.
In an instant, she flushed.
When did Lance leave the mark?
She didn’t notice it before!
She thought that it should be when they were in the ward...
Yvette rubbed it with her hand. And the more she rubbed it, the redder it beca. She was so scared that she didn’t dare to rub it again.
She was just glad that she wore a lotus-collared shirt that covered the side of her collarbone. That was why Marlon didn’t notice the mark.
Yvette was really angry!
She thought that she would never allow Lance to kiss her neck again.
Yvette thought of the mont when Lance kissed her neck...
She patted her slightly burning face.
She scolded herself, "There won’t be a next ti."
She changed into a pair of pajamas and was about to lie down when her phone suddenly rang.
It was Lance.
It was so late, but Lance was still not sleeping.
She frowned and picked it up. Lance’s sexy and magnetic voice ca from the speaker.
"Have you slept?"
Yvette replied unhappily, "Can I still answer your call if I fell asleep?"
Lance asked, "Are you unhappy?"
"Humph, I found out that you did sothing bad."
"What?" Lance was a little confused and asked, "What did I do?"
"You..."
Yvette blushed and was a little embarrassed. She said, "Don’t you know that you left a mark on my neck?"
"Oh..."
Lance smiled. It turned out that he was teasing her.
"Doesn’t it look good? Your skin is fair. With a red mark, it must make you look good."
Yvette reacted and said angrily, "How dare you!"
"I do it according to the steps. First, I hugged you, and then I kissed you. Then, I kissed your neck. I still want to..."
"Stop!"
"Why do you call ?" Yvette interrupted with a flushing face.
"Well, I just want to hear your voice." Lance’s voice was very low as if he was whispering beside her ear.
Yvette suddenly felt moved. And her heart beat faster...
"You are so bored," she said.
It had only been two hours since they had parted.
But through Lance’s words, they seed to be parted for a long ti.
Lance did not respond. He only called her softly, "Yvette..."
It was just an ordinary na. But Yvette found that she liked him calling her na.
Yvette couldn’t help but flush again.
"This is the first day of our relationship," he said.
Yvette felt that her body was burning.
"I haven’t agreed to be your girlfriend."
Lance smiled, "I don’t care. You’re my girlfriend anymore."
Yvette couldn’t think of anything to refute and said angrily, "You’re such a scoundrel!"
"If I don’t behave like this, I can’t make you agree to be with ."
"I don’t want to be with you!" Yvette was furious.
"If you don’t want to be with , who do you want to be with?" Lance asked.
Yvette snorted, "It’s none of your business."
Lance said in a deep voice, "You kissed and touched . Do you really think it’s not my business?"
"What nonsense are you talking about?"
"I’m telling the truth. Since you touched and kissed , you should take responsibility," Lance said seriously.
"You are so shaless."
Yvette was speechless.
She was not the person who took the initiative to kiss him.
"If there’s nothing else, I’m hanging up."
Yvette said as she walked to the window and used her hand to lower the heat of her face.
"Your pajamas are very beautiful," Lance suddenly said.
"What?"
"The color suits you well," Lance continued to say.
Yvette hurriedly looked out the window. Outside the villa, the black luxury car was still there.
"You didn’t leave."
"Yes." Lance looked at the beautiful figure on the balcony and added with an obvious smile, "I want to see you more."
Yvette had tried to calm herself. But once she heard his words, she flushed again.
She felt a bit moved and sweet.
"You are really crazy. You can only see the wall."
Lance chuckled and said in a pleasant voice, "But I did see you. I also saw that your silk pajamas and the mark on your neck are very suitable. You are very beautiful."
Yvette’s heart was pounding, and she was about to pull the curtains.
"Don’t pull it. Let watch you for a while longer," Lance said.
Yvette paused. In the end, she didn’t pull the curtains.
"I really want to hug you," Lance said.
Yvette’s heart beat faster. She felt like Lance was standing in front of her and saying this.
"I’m very busy tomorrow. I need to go to bed early. You should hurry back to the hospital too. Stop ssing around."
"Since you care so much about , then I will listen to you."
"I..."
Yvette wanted to refute, but then she thought that Lance would definitely answer her words again. She didn’t know if he could bear it since he had been standing there for a long ti.
"All right, go back now. I am going to sleep too. Good night."
"Good night..."
When Lance said goodnight, he was still staring deeply at her figure.
The curtains were pulled.
He stared at the window for a long ti before saying, "Let’s go back."
...
The next day.
Yvette woke up early in the morning and went to Palt Entertainnt to make the final preparations.
Tonight was the grand ceremony, and no mistakes were allowed.
Everything should be smooth.
At night, she saw the ssage sent by Lance. So she sent him a picture of the busy workplace.
She told him that she would be very busy later and that her phone would be handed to the assistant for safekeeping.
On the other side, Lance was lying in the ward.
Lance enlarged the photo and saw the beautiful figure of the little girl reflected by the glass. He was happy.
At the very least, she started to accept him.
After a while, the door was suddenly pushed.
Frankie ca in with a report in his hand and said, "Mr. Wolseley, I got the report of the female corpse. She’s not Yazmin."
Lance’s face darkened. And he frowned.
"Is there any news of Yazmin?"
"Not yet." Frankie shook his head.
"Alright, you can leave."
Lance imdiately called Yvette, but no one picked up.
It was exceptionally quiet in the room.
Lance beca more and more unsettled.
He suddenly pulled out the needle on the back of his hand, causing blood to spurt out.
He didn’t care about it at all.
He picked up his coat and strode out of the ward.
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