Chapter 1888 I Don’t Want to Hear It
No other sounds were coming from the bathroom except for the sound of running water. Lance felt like
he was talking to himself since there was no response. He felt helpless.
This was the first time he had to deal with Yvette like this. He initially thought that they could easily get
over this matter, but now, it seemed that it was not so simple.
The sound of water finally stopped. Yvette went into the tub.
Without needing to think, Lance knew that it would take at least two hours for Yvette to come out of the
bathroom. That was because of her complex routine, which included a massage and skincare.
In the past, Yvette would invite Lance to join her,and they would get intimate. Lance would occasionally
cooperate, but he really could not control himself whenever it came to Yvette.
Occasionally, he would also punish her for fooling around because she delayed his video conference
many times.
Now, Yvette locked the door behind her and shut him outside, which made him feel so helpless. Yvette
was done in exactly two hours. When the bathroom door finally opened, Lance breathed a sigh of relief.
He was sitting on the edge of the bed when he looked up at her. He picked up a towel from the side
and walked over, ready to dry her hair. Yvette’s face was flushed from the steam. She was not as drunk
as she was earlier. When she walked out and saw Lance, she was slightly stunned. However, she
quickly regained her composure. “You're still awake?” Her tone was dull.
Lance looked at her for a few seconds, let out a faint “mm”, and wrapped her hair in the towel intending
to dry it, just as how he did many times before.
Yvette did not refuse. Her body only stiffened slightly for a moment. She then relaxed and sat down to
start preparing her skincare products. Lance did not miss the slight change in her actions.
He thought, ‘She’s still bothered by it, but the good thing is that she didn’t reject my proximity» Lance
relaxed slightly and sighed.
“Yvette, I know that you’re very angry today because you found out about Whitney working in our
company, right?”
Yvette lowered her head to apply the serum, gently patting it on her face without slowing down at all.
She did not even raise her head and let out a light laugh.
“Who’s Whitney?”
Lance paused for a moment. His dark eyes looked at her through the mirror, and he pursed his lips.
When Yvette meticulously finished the steps of her skincare routine, her hair was already half dry.
She lifted her eyelids and looked at Lance. The corners of her mouth curled up.
“Tell me, who’s Whitney?”
Yvette was eager to see how many facades Lance had behind this mask.
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