Read of The Divorced Billionaire Heiress-By I Wanna Eat Meat
After a while, they went downstairs.
Lance received a call from Fiona, who was probably checking whether he brought Yvette to the new
house.
He looked helpless as he glanced at Yvette and said, “Mom, we’re right here. Yes… Do you want to
talk to her?”
Lance handed over the phone. Yvette took it and suppressed some nervousness.
“Aunt Fiona, this is Yvette.”
“Yvette, do you like the style of that house? If you don’t like it, we can tear it down and rebuild it!”
Yvette paused. “I like it very much, Auntie.” Fiona breathed a sigh of relief.
“That’s good. Originally, that style was quite simple. These two days, I asked Lance to redesign and
install some things so that it doesn’t look so empty. I’m glad you like it!”
Yvette raised an eyebrow. She did not expect that Lance was the one who installed all this furniture that
was to her liking.
After saying a few words, Fiona hung up the phone.
Yvette handed the phone over and inadvertently said, “Mr. Sheldon, can I ask you a question?”
Lance raised his eyebrows. He was unsure if he liked this title, but he still nodded. “Of course.”
Yvette lowered her eyes. “Did you marry me because you listened to Aunt Fiona too much?”
She was calm on the surface, but she could not restrain the tremor in her heart.
Was the answer not obvious enough? Why did she have to ask?
Of course, it was because of Fiona’ s matchmaking. Why did she regret it as soon as she asked?
What else could it be?
Lance gave her a deep look. His voice was quiet, and he did not evade the question.
“Yes, but not really.” He did not continue.
Lance remembered when they discussed this topic,
Yvette called him a mama’s boy, but he was just a filial son.
Yvette smiled and did not continue to pursue the question. As Mrs. Quimbey said, Lance was the most
suitable for Yvette. For Lance, in addition to Yvette’s family background, Mrs. Quimbey and Fiona’s
relationship was a very important factor.
Being of equal social status was important, but having the same views in life was just as important.
They walked out. Lance paused. “When do you plan to move over? I’ll help you move.”
Yvette was stunned. She did not expect this. So soon?
Come to think of it, they could not keep living apart. They had to cultivate their relationship.
“Then… I’ll pack up my things first. Probably in a couple of days?”
Lance nodded. “Okay. Then I’ll just move over first.”
He had his own house in the city, but it was too small, about 1so meters square, so it was not suitable
for two people to live in it.
Yvette’s apartment had a broken faucet. There were probably other defects that have not yet been
detected. Lance could only be assured if she moved over. The two of them got in the car.
Lance was slow to start the car. Instead, he looked at her.
“There is one more thing…” Yvette looked at him.
Lance pursed his lips. “Can I not call you Ms. Quimbey?”
Yvette froze and blinked her eyes.
The implication was that she should not call him Mr. Sheldon either.
She endured the blush on her face and nodded. “Suit yourself.”
Lance smiled. “Then should I call you Yvette? Or Yvie?”
Yvie was Yvette’ s nickname, which almost no one knew except for Mrs. Quimbey, Nicole, and a few
others.
Mrs. Quimbey must have told Lance about it. Yvette felt that Yvie was not powerful and domineering
enough, so she preferred Yvette. She looked away and was not willing to show weakness. “Should I
call you Lance or Lanzo?” Lance paused and suddenly laughed. His smile was playful. Yvette instantly
blushed. Yvie and Lanzo. It somehow sounded like a couple’s nickname.
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