She didn't even bend her waist, luckily the sofa was soft, or her bones would've fallen apart. She glared.
The man stood with his hands on his hips, looking down at Yvonne Young, "Was the dream very realistic?"
He raised his eyebrows, seemingly containing a hint of laughter in his tone.
Yvonne tried her best to look unembarrassed, and feigned confusion, "Wasn't I at Belleview's 50th Anniversary Banquet?"
She sat up, rubbing her temples.
Looking like she was straining, it seemed like acting was not that easy.
Spencer Sullivan raised his eyebrows, "Should I send you back now?"
He turned and sat down.
There were drinks on the coffee table. He grabbed a bottle, opened it, and drank it hurriedly, appearing very thirsty.
Yvonne looked at Spencer Sullivan. Her gaze unintentionally fell on his Adam's apple, which bobbed as he swallowed.
Yvonne couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva in response.
