Yvette broke free from Lance. And she looked very furious.
She felt extreme pain in her heart.
She loved Lance. But that didn't mean he could do anything to hurt her.
She was already very humble. Why did Lance still bully her like this?
Her tears kept flowing out. But Yvette couldn't care less.
She had accepted the pitiful fact.
She only knew that if she didn't vent it out, she would die of grievance.
Lance looked at Yvette silently. There was a trace of surprise on his handsome face.
"Yve, are you jealous?" His voice was soft, and he seemed a little happy.
Yvette lowered her eyes.
She was self-aware that they were going to divorce. What right did she have to be jealous?
She bit her lips and said angrily, "I'm just reminding you that we haven't divorced yet. Don't go too far. If I go to find a man as you did..."
"Yvette," Lance interrupted her forcefully with an angry expression.
