Lynette gave her the side-eye. "You wouldn't be hiding it if it’s nothing! Something smells fishy here! Let me see!"
"No!” Yvonne shook her head.
Lynette ignored her and snatched the paper from the desk. "Self-reflection?"
Yvonne rubbed her neck awkwardly.
"What’s going on here? Why are you writing a selfreflection report?"
"Well...’’
Since the cat was out of the bag, there was no point for Yvonne to hide it so she told Lynette everything.
Lynette looked at her with admiration and gave her a thumbs up. "Amazing! You just got appointed a secretary and got caught red-handed for sleeping on the job by Mr. Lancaster! You're lucky that he didn't fire you on the spot. Carry on writing then, I'll go down now."
Worried that she would be caught slacking off here, Lynette shoved the paper back to Yvonne and quickly slid out of her office.
With a sigh, Yvonne smoothed out the wrinkles on the paper before picking up her pen and continued writing. When she was done, she reviewed the report before submitting it to Henry.
"Mr. Lancaster, I’m done with the self-reflection report." Yvonne stood in front of the man's desk and submitted the report with both hands.
"Leave it on my desk." Henry didn't even look at her and carried on approving the documents in his hand.
Yvonne acknowledged his instruction and placed the report on his desk. She took a step back then stared at Henry from a distance.
He wore only a black shirt without his coat and necktie. The two buttons at his collar were left unbuttoned and his sleeves were rolled up, leaving a small patch of his bronze chest and strong arms exposed. Yvonne’s imagination couldn't help but run wild.
Even now, she still found it hard to believe that such a perfect and sexy man was actually her husband for three years.
Henry finally sensed Yvonne’s burning gaze on him. H e lifted his head and was greeted by the foolish grin o n her face.
"What are you standing here for?" A hint of disgust flashed across Henry’s eyes.
It had been three years since Yvonne married into the Lancaster family. Yet, she was still crude and hadn't grown as an individual.
Yvonne snapped back to her senses when she heard
Henry's slightly impatient voice, and quickly readjusted the expression on her face. "My apologies, I'll take my leave now.”
She turned around and walked toward the door.
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