A Touch of Sweetness novel (Finnick and Vivian) novel Chapter 1072

Yvette's irritating voice rang in Hannah's ear, instantly giving the latter a headache. Glaring at Yvette, Hannah scolded silently in her mind.

Tsk, are you any better? The only thing you know is to seduce men. What's there to brag about? You're just an idiot fantasizing about becoming Mrs. Norton. Do you know that he has already taken me as his wife?

Hannah frowned slightly but managed to squeeze out a smile. "Yeah, you're right. I am shabby, but you're just a little shabbier than I am, else Fabian wouldn't be so nice to me," mocked Hannah, swallowing the rage in her.

"Oh, really? Is Fabian really that nice to you?" asked Yvette, feigning surprise. "How come I've never heard of it? All I know is that he told me, I will soon be his wife," declared Yvette proudly with a raised eyebrow. Even if she were lying, Hannah couldn't tell.

Utterly devastated at those words, the scenes where she interrogated Fabian, demanding to know if he really did consider marrying Yvette surfaced in Hannah's mind.

Stay calm... stay calm...

Hannah repeated those words nonstop in her head as if chanting a magic spell, trying to ground herself. Hannah stayed frozen in position for a few seconds, lost in thoughts.

Yvette, on the other hand, enjoyed seeing how Hannah reacted like an idiot.

Hmpf, do you want to compete with me? You're still missing years of excruciating training. Look at how you are all dolled up. Are you trying to seduce

Fabian after knowing he would be here? Hmpf, in

your dreams. Only I get to be Mrs. Norton.

Yvette twisted her body, pretending to stagger. The wine glass in her hand slipped out her grasp, spilling all over Hannah's gown.

Regaining her senses, Hannah leaped to her feet and exclaimed in surprise, "Ah! Yvette, what do you think you're doing?"

Hannah's scream attracted many heads to turn in their direction.

Yvette slowly twisted her body, seemingly trying to stretch out her waist in a painful manner. "Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry," said Yvette weakly, "I've accidentally twisted my ankle. It wasn't done on purpose. Please don't be mad at me," continued Yvette with trembling lips and she looked apologetic.