Lance was speechless. He never thought that he would be disliked like this.
He walked in and sat down on the bed. He said coldly, "This is my home. Why can't I go back?"
Yvette moved backward and thought to herself, didn't you go to Yazmin?
However, she only thought about it and didn't dare to say it out loud. She was a little afraid of him.
However, she really didn't expect him to come back just after they had a conflict.
Lance was in white silk pajamas. His hair was half dry, and she could smell the usual fragrance of shower gel on him.
The warm lights fell on the side of his handsome face, making him look better.
When he was not in the suit, he looked less indifferent and cold. He looked good and gentle, so Yvette was not so afraid of him.
"Am I handsome?" Lance frowned and looked at her. "Didn't you like someone else? Why are you still staring at me?"
Yvette immediately lowered her head.
