Yazmin retracted her hand and clenched it tightly. Her eyes turned red. "Lance, do you hate me?"
"No, you're overthinking."
Lance handed her a tissue and comforted her.
"I know, I am a burden now..."
Yazmin kept sobbing, "I shouldn't have come back."
"Don't talk about yourself like that!" Lance took a step forward, held Yazmin's shoulder, and comforted her. "I will always take care of you."
"Lance, I knew you wouldn't abandon me." Yazmin held his hand tightly, her eyes filled with infatuation.
Lance only left after Yazmin had fallen asleep.
After the door was closed, Yazmin, who had been sleeping soundly a second ago, suddenly opened her eyes.
Just now, she smelled something that did not belong to Lance. Although it was very faint, she could be sure that it was the scent of a woman.
Other than Yvette who took advantage of the opportunity to seduce Lance, nobody could get close to him.
