Yvette remembered the first time she fought so badly with Sean. She had resented him for his deception.
It was because she still cared.
Now?
Yvette could not explain it, but she suddenly did not want to argue with him anymore, let alone hear any news about him.
The moment she left the birthday party, she suddenly felt like she had let go.
She was no longer as enamored with the man she was so obsessed with before.
It was just so-so.
She seemed to have done a stupid thing that left her bruised and humiliated to the core.
Yvette wanted to leave him behind.
Why did she have to live miserably because of him?
That was not something that she, Yvette Quimbey, could do.
Nicole went in. Clayton went back upstairs to put his stuff away and did not rush back down, so the two ladies did not restrain themselves when they were talking.
There was a strange smell the moment Nicole walked i n.
Nicole went over and took a look at the dining table which had a sumptuous spread of dishes that were full of color and flavor.
Nicole was stunned.
"When do you have such skills?"
Cooking was certainly not the great Ms. Quimbey's style.
Yvette raised her chin, extremely smug.
"I’m gifted, so I can't help it. Your kitchen is too suitable for me!"
Nicole laughed. It really did look very appetizing.
As they were talking, Clayton came in from the door holding a bag of snacks and wine.
"Thank you for your hospitality, Ms. Quimbey."
Yvette pursed his lips and smiled.
"Mr. Sloan, you won’t hold a grudge against me for interrupting your alone time, right?"
Clayton smiled calmly and gently. "How could I?
You’re Nicole’s best friend. I might be in trouble with just a few words you whisper in her ear. What right do I have to blame you?"
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