The sky was gloomy. There would be a thunderstorm at night.
Although Lance could turn on the air conditioner in the car, Yvette did not know if there were blankets, lest he could catch a cold.
Moreover, Lance was not in good health, and it might not be good for him to sleep in the car.
Lance didn't respond to her words.
Yvette finally realized what she had just said. How could she care so much about him?
She regretted it so much that she wanted to bite her tongue. "Well, just go back. I'm going to sleep."
As she spoke, Yvette wanted to close the curtains.
"Why did you go back on your word? Do you want me to ring the doorbell?" Lance's voice was a little out of breath, as if he was running.
Yvette was stunned when she heard that. She looked towards the car and saw that there was no one there.
Looking down, Lance had already run to the door.
She exclaimed, "How did you get in?"
