Lazarus Macdonald walked over to Spencer Sullivan, getting close, "You drove late last night, exhausted, huh? Otherwise, you wouldn't sleep in till nine."
Spencer Sullivan turned his head, looked at Lazarus for half a second, then rolled his eyes.
Continued to drink water.
Yvonne Young came out of the room, just in time to see this scene. The two men stood so close, of similar heights and great builds. One wore dark blue pajamas, looking sleepy and languid.
The other wore a crisp dress shirt, scholarly and refined...
It indeed gave off an indescribable ambiguous feeling.
No wonder there were such rumors.
As soon as Yvonne appeared, Lazarus immediately shifted his attention to her and nodded with a smile, "Mrs. Sullivan."
This was the first time in six years that Yvonne had heard that title.
She no longer felt the happiness and pride she once felt hearing that title. Her emotions were mixed.
Yvonne gave Lazarus a smile in return, without a reply.
