At the door.
Yvette immediately got nervous. She was obviously flustered.
She was just about to say that she was not at home when she heard Charlie say, "Sorry, I asked Ellen. She said you were at home. I am waiting for you at the door. No hurry. Take your time to get up and wash up."
Suddenly, Yvette shivered all over. Her scalp was numb, and her blood seemed to rush to her head.
"Hmm..."
An abnormal voice leaked out. Yvette hurriedly covered her mouth and said okay, then she hurriedly hung up the phone.
The next second, she pushed the man away from her and held her pajamas tightly. She was so angry that she tried to slap him.
She was so angry.
It was his fault to do this to her so early in the morning.
She had only raised her hand halfway when Lance grabbed her wrist.
He looked at her with a mysterious gaze. "Only my woman has the right to slap me. Do you still want to do that?"