Lance grabbed Yvette's hand and said with affection, "Help me..."
Yvette regretted her momentary soft-heartedness that night.
They did not have sex, but it felt more tiring than having sex with him.
She thought, sure enough. Women can never trust men...
...
Yvette was exhausted after the night, so until ten o'clock, she was still asleep.
She didn't wake up even when Frankie came in.
Frankie came inside to deliver clothes.
When he pushed the door open, he saw that Yvette was sleeping soundly, leaning against Lance. Her hair was slightly scattered, and her shoulders were exposed. Lance was handsome, and Yvette was beautiful. It was quite a pleasant and titillating scene.
Frankie was confused. He thought, isn't Mr. Wolseley injured?
Why are they in such a position? Who is taking care of who?
