For five days, Lance did not go to work but kept Yvette company in the villa.
Yvette was not as free as Lance. And she had to go to the studio.
When Yvette went to the studio, Lance stayed alone at ho.
Lance learned to cook a few dishes from Kamila so that Yvette could eat the food that Lance cooked every night when she went back ho.
Even the soup Lance cooked was better than that made by Kamila, who had been cooking soup for decades.
"Why are you so good at cooking?" Yvette asked Lance in surprise.
When Yvette and Lance were together in the past, Lance had never cooked. And Yvette never knew that Lance could cook.
Lance did not look like a person who just learned to cook for a few days.
Lance raised his eyebrows and said disapprovingly, "If I want to learn, cooking is not very difficult. Moreover, the soup is made based on timing. The soup with long-ti cooking will lose its flavor, while the soup with short cooking will not be tasty. As long as the timing is right, and the ingredients are selected, the soup will be delicious and nutritious..."
Yvette sighed secretly when she heard the timing and the selected ingredients.
She thought, Lance is a typical top student, who even develops the formula while cooking.
Yvette finished a big plate of soup and said, "You cook so well that I will be a fussy eater."
Lance cleaned Yvette’s mouth with a wipe slowly. "Thank you for taking in, Ms. Lynn. It’s my pleasure to serve you well."
Yvette was speechless.
She wondered why Lance sounded so plaintive.
Lance threw the wipe into the wastepaper basket and asked calmly, "Is the soup at noon or the soup at night more delicious?"
Yvette was confused.
She then rembered sothing.
At noon, Lance called Yvette and asked if he needed to prepare food for her.
However, at that ti, Yvette was already eating with her business partner.
Yvette’s partner warmly served her a plate of soup and said, "Ms. Lynn, please have so. The soup can beautify your face."
Yvette did not expect Lance would rember the words just because the words were from a man.
Yvette smiled, "The lunch is very good. It was made by a top chef."
"How good is it?"
Lance leaned forward and carried Yvette to wash up. Lance walked and asked, "Is it better than mine?"
During these few days, Yvette did not even need to use her legs after she went back ho at night.
Lance loved to pick Yvette up and carried her.
Yvette wrapped her arms around Lance’s neck and chuckled, "The soup tonight is a little sour."
Lance understood what she ant and smiled lightly.
"Every day, I look forward to your return ho, Ms. Lynn. I will definitely think more."
Yvette snorted, "Now you could experience my past feelings."
Lance stopped talking.
He thought, so this is how Yvette felt when she waited for at ho?
It is quite difficult to bear.
Noticing that Lance did not speak, Yvette deliberately raised Lance’s chin with her finger and teased Lance, "Serve well. I’ll co back early next ti after the social engagent."
Lance looked down at her and said in a hoarse voice, "I must serve you well."
Yvette washed her face and brushed her teeth, ready to take a bath.
Usually, if she did not co back too late, she would soak in the bathtub.
Lance was slowly washing up in the bathroom.
Yvette stood and waited for Lance to go out.
However, after washing up, Lance did not go out. Instead, he directly carried Yvette into the bathtub and turned on the shower.
Whoosh.
The water from the shower head wet most of their clothes.
Although the water wasn’t cold, Yvette was shocked. "Lance... The clothes are all wet..."
"Just take them off," Lance said.
Yvette was speechless.
She thought, why take the trouble to do that?
One should take off the clothes when taking a bath.
The water was still gushing out of the shower head, and they were almost soaked.
Yvette was wearing a professional knee-length dress. It looked normal and relatively conservative during the day.
But at that ti, Yvette was drenched. The dress outlined her perfect body, extrely tempting.
Lance’s clothes were also wet. His white shirt was soaked and looked almost transparent.
Yvette looked up from Lance’s abdominal muscles... It was extrely attractive.
Yvette blushed and her ears were hot. She pushed Lance uncomfortably. "Let up."
"Didn’t you ask to serve you well? I’ll help you take it off." Lance’s voice was sexy and hoarse.
The zipper of Yvette’s clothes was unzipped bit by bit. And the warm water ran over Yvette’s body.
She felt very comfortable.
The mist in the bathroom was filled with ambiguous sounds.
"Oh... Don’t touch there..."
Lance smiled with satisfaction. He raised his head and panted, "Are you satisfied?"
Yvette was so ashad that she pursed her lips, but her happy voice still ca out of her throat.
She was going crazy!
Lance was so energetic when he did not work!
Every day, he had different skills to serve Yvette...
The next day.
Lance woke up very early and prepared everything.
The alarm clock went off and Yvette subconsciously turned it off.
After sleeping for a while, Yvette reflexively sat up.
She had an appointnt with an important client this morning and could not be late.
Yvette glanced at the clock. Fortunately, she had not slept for a long ti. She still had enough ti.
Stepping on her slippers, Yvette went to wash up in a daze.
Lance ca in and saw Yvette sleepily putting the toothbrush in her mouth. Lance couldn’t help but smile.
Lance walked forward and supported Yvette with the back of his hand. Lance helped Yvette brush her teeth and carefully wash her face.
Seeing that Yvette was still in a daze, Lance asked gently, "Do you want to sleep a little longer?"
Yvette rested her head on Lance’s shoulder, looked tired, and said, "No. I have an appointnt with a client. It’s all your fault..."
Last night, they made out from the bathroom to the front of the mirror and then turned around in bed for a long ti...
Yvette felt so exhausted.
Yvette closely leaned on Lance, making Lance feel very good.
Lance’s eyes were flickering, and he smiled faintly, "Oh, it’s my fault. I want to show myself too much."
Yvette blushed and hit Lance on the chest.
Only then did Yvette realize that Lance was wearing a suit and a tie.
"Are you going out?" Yvette asked in surprise.
Lance nodded. "Yes, I’m going back to work."
Yvette turned a little clear. "Is there any result from the investigation?"
"Yes."
Yvette was worried, but she didn’t want to say anything to deflate Lance. She held Lance and said, "I’ll wait for you at ho."
At that mont, Lance felt the sentence was very pleasant to the ear. Any other pleasant words could not compare to it.
Lance smiled slightly and kissed Yvette’s forehead. "Just wait for ."
After Yvette arrived at the studio, she was restless all day.
She was very afraid of any bad news.
From ti to ti, she would browse the news platforms to see if there was any news.
Half a day passed, and the Wolseley Group was still peaceful.
Yvette suppressed her worry and did not disturb Lance.
In the afternoon, Yvette received an order, but not the Wolseley Group’s news.
A custor asked to see Yvette and customized a dress that cost hundreds of thousands of dollars.
It was not unusual for a custor to co to Yvette and customize such an expensive dress.
After all, so custors ca for Yvette’s craftsmanship.
Yvette ca to the VIP reception room and saw a woman in a red dress sitting with her back to Yvette.
Yvette walked forward and greeted politely, "Nice to et you. I am the general manager of Lunarc, Yvette Thiel."
The woman turned her head. Yvette found out she was Juliette.
"It’s you?" Yvette frowned.
Juliette snorted slightly, "What poor service! If your studio treats distinguished guests like this, sooner or later, it will go bankrupt!"
Yvette could tell that Juliette was here to cause trouble.
Yvette looked calm. "Ms. Beckford, are you here to customize a dress or to chat? If you want to chat, I’m sorry I won’t keep you company."
"Of course, I’m here to customize a dress," Juliette said with a cold face.
"Okay. Maggie, co and asure this lady. Record her asurents."
"Don’t hurry!"
Juliette slowly sat down. "I haven’t told you my needs yet."
Yvette asked professionally, "Ms. Beckford, what do you need?"
"I want to customize an engagent dress."
Seeing that Yvette was stunned, Juliette was in a good mood.
Juliette touched her belly and said proudly, "If you do well, my wedding dress will also be customized by you!"
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