Lance went over and sat next to Yvette. He reached out and touched her face, which was warm and
delicate like a baby’s skin. At this time, her cheeks were flushed from intoxication. Yvette’s sleeping
face looked so harmless and ignorant.
When Lance saw her, all the anger he had pent up subsided.
Lance had never before imagined that he would be so attached to a woman.
He used to think that marriage was just business. Feelings were optional, and all they needed was
mutual respect.
Back then, Lance never hoped that he would fall in love with his wife.
However, Yvette’s appearance disrupted his plans. Yvette was like an uncontrollable variable running
amok in his life, but she was indispensable.
She warmed up his originally strict and dull life, and he was completely immersed in that warmth.
Lance thought, ‘I was so close to losing Yvette… It’s great that she’s back.’
He looked at her for a long time in silence without moving a muscle.
When the maid came over with the hangover tea, she was relieved to see this scene.
It seemed that Lance was still very attached to Yvette.
The maid thought, ‘I can tell Fiona that she doesn’t have to worry so much now.’
Lance took over the hangover tea and gently woke Yvette up. However, Yvette was dead asleep and
did not wake up even when he called her name softly.
Thus, he had no choice but to put the hangover tea aside.
He then walked over to prop her up. Yvette was in a daze. When her sleep was interrupted, she was
hot-tempered and slapped Lance on the face. Lance’s face darkened for a moment. He sighed,
grabbed her hand, and gently patted her face. “Wake up. Drink the hangover tea before you sleep.
Open your mouth…”
Lance rolled up his sleeves, revealing his strong and lean arms. He did not care whether the stench of
alcohol coming from Yvette would stick to his body.
Yvette was annoyed by the noise and lifted her eyelids in a daze. She then closed her mouth tightly like
she was not going to cooperate.
Lance patted her face, brought the hangover tea to her mouth, and coaxed her.
“Just take a few sips. Haven’t you always loved Mrs. Sally’s hangover tea? Open your mouth…” Yvette
looked at him for a few seconds in a daze, but it was unclear whether she was awake.
Lance looked at her with a soft gaze and touched her forehead.
“Good girl. I’ll let you sleep after you drink this.” Yvette closed her eyes. In the next second, she pushed
his hand away and got out of bed.
The hangover tea spilled on the bed and the floor. Lance’s face stiffened. “Where are you going?”
Yvette did not answer. Instead, she ran to the bathroom and vomited.
Although Lance did not hear an answer, he was relieved.
He asked Mrs. Sally to clean up the room and bring over another cup of hangover tea.
Yvette did not come out of the bathroom so quickly. She felt much better after throwing up and became
sober.
When Lance wanted to go into the bathroom to help her, Yvette suddenly closed the door from the
inside and locked it.
Lance was shut out the door, but he did not get annoyed.
The atmosphere that night was not exactly relaxed nor solemn. However, it was very weird. Even Mrs.
Sally felt the change. She did not saya word and only bowed her head to do her work. Lance knocked
on the door and loosened his collar.
“Do you need help? Do you want me to go in and help you?”
There was no sound inside except for the tap running. Yvette was probably filling the bathtub again.
Lance paused. “It’s not good to take a bath when you’re drunk. Just simply wash up.”
However, there was still no response.
The silence was unbearable.
Lance finally noticed that something was wrong. He inexplicably felt uneasy.
After a long time, Lance spoke in a deep and hoarse voice.
“I know that you went to the office today and overheard my conversation with Whitney. I can explain.”
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