At this moment, Lance didn't speak again.
It wasn't that he couldn't wait for another three days.
It would be best if Juliette could figure it out. He also didn't want to create any rumors that the Beckford and Wolseley families didn't get along. After all, many projects were still ongoing. Once there was a rustle in the wind, the impact would be bad.
"Then I won't disturb you. I'll leave now."
Juliette forced a smile and put on her bag, ready to leave.
"Wait a minute." Lance suddenly called out to her in a low voice.
"Huh?"
Juliette stopped in her tracks, her eyes full of joy.
Lance pointed at the thermos flask at the end of the bed and said coldly, "Take it away."
Juliette's face turned pale.
The expression that she had kept for a long time finally could not be concealed.
She lowered her head slightly, hiding her distorted eyes as she sobbed. "Lance, you... Why are you so cruel to me?"
