Yvette's face was deathly pale. She clenched her fists tightly, and her body trembled with anger.
Meanwhile, Lance blurted out all those acerbic words because of his pent-up frustration.
But the moment he saw Yvette's shoulders trembling uncontrollably, he could not help but feel pain in his heart.
Lance thought, why do I find her piteous now? How useless of me!
I have made up my mind to be nonchalant and brush her aside. But right now, all I want is to hold her in my arms and keep her sweet.
As he thought, he slowly raised his hand, which Yvette dodged right off.
Then Yvette raised her head and said determinedly, "Lance, I will not sleep with you."
She thought, he is about to get married. There is no way I would be his mistress, no matter how low self-esteem I have.
Lance's hand froze in mid-air, and his expression was extremely gloomy.
