Chapter 5 Shameless!

Yazmin retracted her hand and clenched it tightly. Her eyes turned red. "Lance, do you hate me?"

"No, you're overthinking."

Lance handed her a tissue and comforted her.

"I know, I am a burden now..."

Yazmin kept sobbing, "I shouldn't have come back."

"Don't talk about yourself like that!" Lance took a step forward, held Yazmin's shoulder, and comforted her. "I will always take care of you."

"Lance, I knew you wouldn't abandon me." Yazmin held his hand tightly, her eyes filled with infatuation.

Lance only left after Yazmin had fallen asleep.

After the door was closed, Yazmin, who had been sleeping soundly a second ago, suddenly opened her eyes.

Just now, she smelled something that did not belong to Lance. Although it was very faint, she could be sure that it was the scent of a woman.

Other than Yvette who took advantage of the opportunity to seduce Lance, nobody could get close to him.

Yazmin gritted her teeth, and her face twisted in anger.

She wouldn't let Yvette go easily.

...

After Lance got in the car, the assistant asked in a low voice, "Mr. Wolseley, where are you going?"

Lance loosened his tie with his hand and supported his temple with his fingers. He answered a little tiredly, "Spring Bay."

After arriving at Spring Bay, Lance went straight upstairs and skillfully input the password.

The door of the master bedroom was half-closed, and when Lance entered, he saw a woman leaning sideways and sleeping soundly.

Her long black hair was disheveled, and the shoulder strap of her pajamas slid down, revealing her round bosoms.

Lance touched her forehead with the back of his hand, and it wasn't as hot as before.

He reached out and pulled the thin silk quilt up a little. The girl suddenly turned over, her face flushed, and she unconsciously uttered the word "water".

Lance turned around and fetched a cup of warm water for her. He bent down and called her name in a low voice, but she didn't react at all.

He raised his eyebrows and sat directly by the bedside. His big hand grabbed her shoulder into his arms as he tried to feed her water.

Yvette might be thirsty as she drank more than half of it.

Under the dim light, Yvette's cherry lips, which had just been moistened by water, seemed to be inviting, and her slender figure was even more bewitching.

Lance's eyes were red as he rubbed his index finger against the girl's lips.

As if feeling the pressure, Yvette vaguely uttered a faint sound unconsciously.

Only then did Lance let go of her lips. Her body temperature was still lingering on Lance's fingers, and somewhere in his body seemed to be burning.

He got up and left the room.

By the time Yvette woke up, it was almost noon.

It was Sunday today, and since Yvette didn't receive any instructions to work, there was no need to go to work.

In addition to her and Frankie, there were four assistants in the secretariat. They all took turns being on duty, and they were guaranteed to be able to handle all the affairs of Lance at any time.

Yvette stood up and was stunned for a few seconds when she saw a glass at the head of the bed.

Did she drink water before she went to bed?

She didn't think too much about it and took a thermometer to take her temperature and found that she wasn't running a fever now.

Yvette didn't feel like moving. She just ate some food for lunch and took a nap. When it was almost dark, her phone woke her up.

It was from her best friend, Ellen Robbins, who had just returned from a vacation abroad and asked her out for dinner.

When they arrived at a barbecue shop, Ellen immediately hugged Yvette and shouted, "Yve, I missed you so much."

Yvette met Ellen when she was in high school. At that time, she had just arrived in New York when Green International School, a posh school, happened to be recruiting outstanding students. The tuition fees were free.

Yvette had been a high performer since she was a child, and she successfully entered the school as the first-place holder in the entrance examination.

However, the hierarchy in Green International School was very strict, and some busybodies looked down on Yvette, who had no background, and isolated and tricked her in school.

By chance, she helped Ellen and slowly got in touch with her, and the two became good friends.

It was only later that she found out that the Robbins family was a famous energy tycoon in New York and that Ellen was really a rich young lady.

But their different backgrounds didn't affect their relationship.

They were friends from high school to university and were very intimate with each other.

After a small talk, Ellen took the tall, ruffian man beside her and introduced him sweetly, "Yve, this is my boyfriend, Max White."

Then Ellen secretly made a gesture, No. 17.

Yvette was speechless. Ellen meant that Max was her seventeenth boyfriend.

"I often heard Ellen mention you, Ms. Thiel. I didn't expect to see such a beautiful girl. It's a pleasure to meet you." Max reached out and shook hands with Yvette.

When Max spoke, his eyes kept glancing around, making Yvette feel very uncomfortable, but out of courtesy, she still reached out and shook his hand lightly.

When Max withdrew his hand, he seemed to have unintentionally sunk his nail into her palm.

Instantly, Yvette had goosebumps all over.

When she looked up again, Max had already pulled Ellen into his arms, canoodling as if nothing had happened.

Halfway through the meal, Max got up and went to the bathroom.

When there were only Ellen and Yvette left in the private room, Ellen asked, "Yve, are you alright?"

Yvette knew what she meant. She had never kept what happened between her and Lance a secret from Ellen. Moreover, the Robbins family was a high-ranking family in New York. Therefore, Ellen knew more about Yazmin than Yvette.

Just as Yvette was about to speak, she felt nauseous and hurriedly got up to go to the bathroom.

Yvette didn't go to the bathroom in the room. She was afraid that Ellen would suspect her, so she found an excuse and went out.

When she walked out of the bathroom, she heard a familiar male voice from behind the water landscape.

"Bravo, I'll definitely get her tonight... If I can't, I'll just drink more. Damn it, I've been tired of pretending long ago. If that silly woman doesn't let me get her, I'll have to drug her... Her best friend is gorgeous. It would be great if I can have both of them... When the time comes, I'll take some photos and videos. Buddies, we'll fuck them together and see if they dare to resist..."

The rest was all dirty and obscene words, which made Yvette clench her fists.

Max came out after making the phone call, but he did not expect to bump into Yvette.

He didn't panic at all, his lips curled into a self-proclaimed cool smirk.

"Yve, what a coincidence." After saying that, he pretended to be shocked. "How stupid I am. I called you Yve. It's just a slip of the tongue. You don't mind it, do you?"

It made Yvette sick.

Yvette didn't hide it and said coldly, "Mr. White, please behave yourself."

Max seemed to have not heard her words and leaned forward. "Yve, I think I fell in love with you at first sight."

After saying that, he impatiently wanted to pull Yvette's hand.

Yvette did not bat an eyelid as she retreated.

Max missed the target, but he didn't mind at all.

He had played with many beautiful women, but those who were too easy to take the bait were not interesting at all after he had enough of them. But Yvette amazed him. She had a pure, natural, and pink face. She looked pure and fair and charming when she tilted her eyes. She was so pure that people couldn't take their eyes off her.

In Max's opinion, when a woman said no, it meant yes.

He leaned forward and said, "Why don't we talk somewhere else?"

Yvette felt sick as if she had swallowed a fly.

Seeing that Yvette did not speak, Max thought that she had fallen for his charm, so he leaned a little closer and said, "If you are shy, let's be Line friends first. I will send Ellen away later, and then we..."

Yvette obediently nodded her head.

Max smiled and could not wait to take out his phone. Then he leaned closer and said, "Babe, you are so beautiful. I wanted you at first sight..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Yvette raised the juice and splashed it all over Max.

Then, she smiled innocently. "Sorry, I didn't mean it."

It was the mulberry juice that Yvette had specially ordered the waiter to bring. The purplish-red color covered Max's hair and body, making him look funny and embarrassed.

Max had been full of anger, but when he heard Yvette's apology, he was too embarrassed to flare up. He became lustful and pretended to be a gentleman. "It's fine, babe. Look, you stained my clothes. How about we go to the hotel, and you buy me some clothes?"

Yvette endured her disgust. "Mr. White, can you be more brazen-faced?"

Only then did Max realize that Yvette was fooling him and instantly flew into a rage out of humiliation. "You're fucking crazy. Don't be so shameless!"

As he spoke, he raised his hand and was about to slap Yvette. The gentlemanly demeanor completely disappeared.

Yvette was not panicked at all. She calmly dodged to the side. Max failed to slap her and was knocked down by the juice on the ground. He directly fell to the ground, face down.

Max was so angry that he almost went crazy. He held his waist and got up. He gritted his teeth and cursed, "Ungrateful slut, I'm going to kill you!"

"What are you two doing?"

When Ellen noticed that the two had not returned for a long time, she came out to find them but did not expect to see such a scene.

Just as Yvette was about to speak, Max spoke first, "Ellen."