Lance was not angry anymore when holding her.
He stroked her fluffy hair and said, "Tell me in advance if anything happens. Just send me a text message. Even if I'm having a meeting, I can see it."
If he had known that she was coming, he would have asked someone to pick her up, and such a thing wouldn't happen.
Yvette rubbed her head against his waist and said sweetly, "I know."
She felt that he stiffened.
Yvette immediately let him go and reached down to undo the buttons on his shirt.
She pulled his shirt out of his pants and undid two buttons when he grabbed her hand.
"What are you doing?" Lance raised his eyebrows.
"Are you in pain again? You don't listen to the doctor and overwork," Yvette said, pursing her lips.
"Okay. Take a look."
Lance brought her hand into his clothes.
Yvette touched his strong six-pack with her little soft hand, and her face instantly turned red.
