"Lance, what do you think I am? Am I your sex doll, or a toy you can grab when you are venting your lust?" Yvette was extremely upset.
Lance's expression changed and his eyes narrowed. "You think so?"
"How can I interpret your actions? If you were with Yazmin, would you have the heart to treat her like this?"
"I won't," Lance answered without thinking.
From the beginning, Lance had never thought of having anything to do with Yazmin.
Yvette's eyelashes trembled, and bitterness rose to her throat, making her feel uncomfortable.
How did she forget it?
In Lance's view, she was not worthy of being compared to Yazmin and even being mentioned.
He did not touch Yazmin not because he did not love her. Perhaps just as Yazmin said, he cherished her too much.
When a man cherished a woman so much, he could not bear to let her suffer when he could not give her the best.
He could not bear to let Yazmin be called a mistress.
