A polite face-to-face kiss was common abroad.
But Yvette slightly lowered her head and leaned over.
She pinched Belle's face and took her down. She smiled and said, "Mommy doesn't hurt. Hurry up and wash your hands. It's time for breakfast."
Belle was a little disappointed, but she was still very happy to have breakfast with Lance.
"Okay, Mommy," Belle answered quickly.
As soon as Belle left, Yvette's smile disappeared. She said coldly, "Lance, what are you going to do?"
Her sense of alienation and vigilance hurt Lance a lot. It was as if his heart had been fiercely stabbed with dull pain.
He said in a hoarse voice, "I want to have breakfast with Belle."
Yvette didn't believe his nonsense at all.
His purpose was almost written on his face. Yvette knew he was using Belle as an excuse to get close to her.
