Sean's tone was full of blame.
He was blaming Yvette for showing her temper and blaming her for giving up halfway.
Sean thought that this small matter was not worth fighting over and that it was not even worth explaining.
Since Yvette was angry, he realized that this matter was serious.
Thus, Yvette should be more understanding now that h e explained it clearly.
Yvette's ears were filled with Sean's rebuke. However, hearing it at this time felt extraordinarily ironic.
Why was he still blaming her now?
From the beginning, Sean only used a little bit of love t o gain Yvette's full devotion.
In the end, who was at fault?
Yvette lowered her eyelids slightly to look at the cufflinks on his sleeve which she had bought for him a s a gift.
He did not seem to like it, but he still accepted the gift she prepared. He was just not surprised.
In fact, Yvette did not really know him well.
Yvette's heart shrank all of a sudden as she raised her head and looked him straight in the eye.
"Sean, the premise of my bravery is that you will always stand by my side. It doesn't apply when you side with others to humiliate me. I could care less about gossip, but you can't join them in calling me names. I'm not that cheap, and I’m not a mistress that needs to rely on you to get fed who you can bully at will. Your sister-in-law has no sense of propriety, but are you also pampered? Have you forgotten how you humiliated me that night?"
Sean looked at Yvette’s cold expression and felt his heart suddenly tighten. For some reason, it hurt to the bone.
If Yvette had cried, made a fuss, or even hit him, Sean would not have been so panicked.
However, Yvette just stood in front of him with the coldest eyes saying the harshest words. Sean suddenly felt flustered.
This feeling was even worse than that night when he watched her and Lance appear together.
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