Yvette’s back was pressed against the cold bathroom wall, making her at the rcy of Lance.
At that mont, she felt helpless and could only let him do anything to her.
Yvette’s tears were salty and sweet, and when Lance tasted them, he felt tempted.
Lance let go of Yvette reluctantly, his eyes filled with anger, suggesting that he had not enjoyed himself to the fullest.
Yvette raised her hand and wanted to hit him, but Lance just grabbed her arm.
Blue veins were twitching on Lance’s wrist, and his voice was cold and heavy. "How dare you!"
If Yvette hit him for another man again, Lance couldn’t guarantee that he wouldn’t tear her apart.
Lance’s embrace was so tight that Yvette couldn’t break free. She turned her head in disgust.
As long as she thought about how Lance’s lips had kissed soone else, she felt disgusted.
However, Yvette knew that it was not good for her to confront Lance at this ti. She could only soften her tone. "Let go first."
Yvette rarely spoke in such a soft voice. Lance agreed and actually let her go.
Yvette did not want to be alone with him for one more second. She turned in disgust to leave.
But the next mont, a strong arm wrapped around her waist, pulling Yvette back to the wall. The distance between the two was extrely close. They almost pressed together.
"I’ve let you go," Lance said.
There was no reason for him to give Yvette another chance.
Yvette was at a loss for words. She said hatefully, "How can you be so shaless..."
Her words were muffled again.
Lance liked the way Yvette looked when she was angry, which was vivid and energetic.
It was much better than the empty, fake, and well-behaved woman Yvette was in the car today.
This ti, Lance was extrely patient. He first started from Yvette’s fair neck. Then he worked his way to her earlobe, gently nibbling.
Lance’s movents were slow, and he knew each of her sensitive spots. The kissing was more like torture.
In this regard, Lance was truly an expert in manipulating people.
Every ti Lance started the second ti, the foreplay would be long and patient. He was waiting for Yvette to beg for rcy.
Yvette leaned against the cold wall, angry, ashad, and trembling slightly.
Lance’s lips moved to her soft lips, which were very fragrant and sweet. A single taste could make him fall head over heels.
He really wanted Yvette now.
It had been almost a month.
Before he was with Yvette, Lance had always been ascetic. And it wasn’t that no one had sent won to his side, but Lance had no interest at all.
For a ti, Lance also thought that he really had no sexual desires.
But since Lance started sleeping with Yvette, he beca insatiable.
It wasn’t that he didn’t need sex, it was that the desires were too strong.
Yvette had no idea what Lance was thinking, only that he was getting further and further over the line judging by where his hands were.
Her struggle was nothing to the strong man.
In a panic, Lance fumbled for sothing on the washstand and smashed it on Lance’s head with her eyes closed.
"Boom!"
A muffled sound rang out.
Red blood dripped down from Lance’s temple, flowing to the corner of his eye. Even the end of his eye was red.
Yvette was stunned.
She looked at her hand and never expected that she would pick up a crystal ornant.
With the sharp edges, if Yvette applied a little more strength, she could have smashed Lance to death.
Yvette was so scared that her mouth opened but couldn’t utter a sound.
She had never expected this to happen...
"What do you see in him?" Lance ignored his wound and stared at Yvette for a mont before asking in a terrifyingly cold voice.
The two of them had been together for two years, and they were incomparably compatible.
But now that Charlie had returned, even the kiss Yvette loved to pester Lance for the most before had beco unbearable to her.
Lance’s left face and ear were all stained with blood. He did not know where the bleeding was, but it looked especially bad anyway.
"I, I..." Yvette choked with sobs, tears streaming down her face.
It was deathly silent.
Yvette’s reaction broke Lance’s stone-cold heart, and he beca even more enraged.
For the past two years, Lance did not know that there was soone else in Yvette’s heart.
Lance wondered if Yvette’s affection in the past was all faked.
No wonder Yvette signed the divorce agreent so quickly. It turned out to be because the forr lover was back.
Then should Lance give way to them now and let Yvette be with another man?
He would never let this happen!
Lance reached out and snatched the crystal ornant from Yvette’s hand. He raised his arm and smashed it against the wall beside him.
"Clank!"
With a crisp shattering sound, the crystal scattered and flew in all directions.
Yvette scread in fear, but her chin was firmly gripped by him. Lance’s eyes were extrely cold.
"Rember, if you dare to see him again, I will make him disappear in New York. I will do what I say!"
With that, Lance slamd the door and left.
Yvette squatted down against the wall, putting her arms around her knees as she looked forward in a daze. Tears fell down uncontrollably.
The vague pain in her stomach ca again. Yvette covered her stomach with her hand to relieve it.
The door was opened with a bang.
Mary was stunned when she saw the ss on the ground. She hurriedly ca over to help Yvette and said in a panic, "Why is there blood? Mrs. Wolseley, where are you injured?"
Yvette shook her head. "It’s not mine."
"Then..." Mary suddenly shut up and said after a pause, "Mrs. Wolseley, let help you up and rest."
When they arrived upstairs, Mary settled Yvette down and asked, "I just made so soup. Mrs. Wolseley, do you want so?"
Yvette said in a low voice, "Thank you, Mary. I am good. I want to lie down for a while."
Mary replied, took a few steps, and turned back to say, "Mrs. Wolseley, recently, Mr. Wolseley asked soone to bring back a lot of tonic food and asked to make them according to the standard procedure of top chefs. It’s all because he cares about your health. Please don’t mind. I just want to say that you were so well together. Think about it, and don’t let so unimportant things stand in your way."
"Yes, I understand," Yvette replied softly.
Mary was also happy that Yvette took her advice. She said, "Mrs. Wolseley, have so rest. Call if you need anything. There’s food in the kitchen."
After Mary left, Yvette thought about what she said.
She also missed their old ti, but it was all fake.
Lance did not love Yvette at all. He loved soone else.
The moonlight shone down, bringing with it a chill.
Yvette suddenly felt that it was not a bad thing to be hated by Lance.
She closed her eyes, and her mind was filled with the scene of blood flowing to Lance’s ear...
Perhaps it was because that injury was caused by Yvette. She seed unable to not worry about Lance.
Lance did not return for the rest of the night.
In the morning...
Yvette finished her breakfast and went upstairs to change. She only put on so lipstick and was ready to go out.
There was a driver on standby at Serenity Villa, who quickly sent Yvette to New York Radio Station.
After getting out of the car, Yvette looked up at the sign of the radio station and felt longing.
She had always felt that it was very aningful to be able to convey a spirit and warmth through the voice.
This was a job that Yvette liked, not only for her grandmother but also for herself.
She took a deep breath to encourage herself and walked in.
Because Yvette had already made an appointnt, she directly t the chief editor, Shermie. She did not expect that Shermie was only around thirty years old, who was a cool beauty carrying a powerful vibe.
After a simple conversation, Shermie asked Yvette to do the audition. Yvette was still a little nervous since she hadn’t broadcast for a long ti.
After Yvette ca out, Shermie’s expression was rather cold.
Yvette’s heart skipped a beat. She thought that she did not have much hope.
Shermie asked, "We are launching a new program next week. Will it be a problem for you to start working next week?"
Yvette was stunned for a mont and quickly nodded. "No problem, Ms. Lindley."
"Alright, you may leave now." Shermie turned around and got busy.
After Yvette left, Shermie knocked on the door of the monitoring room and said lightly, "Co out. She’s gone."
The door opened and a tall, slender man walked out.
Shermie glanced at him and joked, "What? Are you afraid that I will eat her alive?"
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