Lance's coldness stunned Yvette.
A few seconds later, she opened the car door and was about to get out but was stopped by Lance.
Lance stared at her with a sharp coldness in his eyes that stabbed straight into her heart.
Yvette was hurt by his cold gaze. She shook her head and said, "I'm not reluctant to part with him. I just can't see a living person die in front of me."
"There are people dying every minute and second in this world. If a stranger was lying there, would you be like this?"
Lance questioned her and added lightly, "Isn't it because he is..."
He did not speak the rest of the sentence.
They sat opposite each other, but they seemed to be separated by distance. Both of them seemed gloomy.
When Yvette opened the car door again and was about to get out of the car, Lance finally could not hold it in anymore. He pulled her over fiercely, reached out to take off her coat, and then the sweater...
"Ah!"
