Yvette did not refuse. The point at which the two are now at odds is not Whitney, but whether or not she
can go.
But Lance always seems to like to shake things up.
In office.
Lance sat on the sofa and made a negotiating gesture to the other side.
“Sit down and have a conversation.”
Yvette sat down.
At first, Lance didn’t say anything.
The assistant noticed the chill between the two, possibly due to gossip, and came in to deliver coffee
without fear of death.
Lance, who had been previously calm, suddenly turned scarlet at the corners of his eyes and scolded
coldly,
“Get the hell out!”
The assistant was so terrified that he hurriedly left.
Yvette smiled as she looked at Lance, who rarely lost his cool.
Lance gave her a cold stare: “What exactly are you laughing about?”
“Did you want to scold me right now?” Yvette asked.
Lance frowned, but Yvette did not allow him to speak.
“I want to go for no other reason than that. I’d like to try it myself and see how far I can get without your
help.”
Lance remained silent for a moment before looking up at her: “You are free to leave. Other places,
other projects, you have options, is that a joke, Cali?
Do you realise how dangerous it is?”
Lance felt sick because Yvette pursed her lips and raised her crooked brows at him.
The words became stuck in his throat. He rubbed his brow and inhaled deeply: “Do you still blame me?
If I had known she was that type of person, I would never have allowed her to appear in front of our
eyes. I truly…”
Seeing Lance’s helpless and painful appearance, Yvette moved forwards and gently hugged him.
Lance was stunned for a moment before reaching out and hugging her even tighter.
“Yvette, if you blame me, you can beat and scold me; if I do something wrong, you can tell me directly,
okay?” His voice was strained and helpless. As if he was terrified of losing Yvette.
It’s not that he can’t notice a difference in her in just two days.
It left him befuddled, scared, and panicked…But he had no idea what to do. He’d never felt like this
before.
Yvette softly patted his shoulder and said, “Actually, you did nothing wrong, which is unfortunate. When
I first heard your conversation in the stairwell, I was furious.”
Lance came to a halt and slowly let go “Have you heard? You left before you were done?”
Yvette gave a nod.
True enough.
I’m afraid she wouldn’t be so angry if she actually finished listening.
But who is to blame? Is it fair to blame him for being too nice? Is it because Whitney places traps all
over the place?
Lance recalled that, prior to his final statement, the conversation between him and Whitney appeared
to be Whitney discussing Yvette’s bad.
He didn’t think much about it at the time, but he returned unexpectedly, and kept accusing Fiona, and
he was really in a mess, and wanted to compensate her to send her away.
Now that I think about it, Yvette could have been listening in on Whitney’s conversation with him
outside, listening to how Whitney denigrated himself.
However, as a husband, Lance did not interrupt and correct in time, and he did not confront Yvette right
away.
Outside, Yvette should be more dissatisfied with herself, right?
Can I still expect her to listen to the entire conversation while waiting for him to defend her at that
point?
Thinking about this caused his chest to dry up and a wave of remorse to wash over him.
Yvette laughed softly, her voice light and soft: “But it doesn’t matter; she’s right; my past doesn’t need
to be mentioned, but to this day, I don’t feel like a sinner.”
Lance pursed his lips and spoke dryly: “I didn’t care about your past.”
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