In the bathroom, it was unusually quiet.
The sound of the man's leather shoes falling on the ground was exceptionally clear.
Yvette froze as if the footsteps were beating against her nerves like a drum.
Meanwhile, the man in front of her was not flustered at all and showed no fear.
Yvette clenched her fists and gritted her teeth in anger.
Although she only acted as Charlie's girlfriend, Lance did not know about this. How could Lance be so calm without a guilty conscience?
But it was not the time to argue with him. No matter who saw her like this, she would feel extremely ashamed.
After thinking about it, Yvette thought only Lance had a way.
Yvette raised her face with her beautiful eyes, pleading.
Lance got it and silently mouthed, "Beg me?"
