Yvette did not stop and walked up the stairs with Stephen in her arms.
As the revolving door spun, they disappeared from Lance's eyes.
Yvette did not say much during the meal, but she did not show any other emotions on her face.
Stephen cut the steak for her gently and handed the plate over. Seeing that Yvette did not eat much, he asked, "Don't you like it?"
"No, maybe because I drank a cup of coffee in the afternoon. I was not too hungry."
"Yvette," Stephen looked at Lance, who was eating alone not far away, and suddenly said.
"What?"
Stephen asked after some deliberation, "Is it that you still can't forget him?"
Yvette's hand that had put down the fork suddenly paused, but she did not answer.
Stephen felt a little pity. "If you really can't forget him, you don't have to force yourself. After a long time, it will be cured."
