Lance looked at Yvette darkly with an indiscernible emotion in his eyes.
Yvette was only silent for a few seconds before she recovered her natural smile.
"It's just like when you used 500 million to get rid of your ex-girlfriend. Similarly, I'm using the money to buy peace of mind for myself. Is that fine?"
It was not like they got together because of their deep feelings for each other. At this stage, they were still gradually getting to know each other.
If Lance really cared about her past, why did he still want to start a relationship with her?
At those words, Lance smiled. "Of course. You did the right thing."
A while later, the waiter served the food.
Yvette looked at the food and left the displeasure behind.
Lance very sweetly served her the food. It was as if the two of them never brought up the topic from earlier.
After the meal.
Yvette felt a little tired.
She stood at the entrance and stretched her back, watching as Lance drove the car over.
"Get in."
Yvette paused and blinked before getting in. "Are we going to the office?"
Lance looked at her with an uncomprehending expression.
Where else would they go?
It was still office hours.
They had been wandering outside for a long time.
Although Lance had been dealing with various things on his phone, some urgent matters had been pushed t o the back.
He had to go back to the office.
Yvette pouted and looked disinterested.
"I'm not going. I'm going back to rest and then for a spa treatment this afternoon. I don't really want to face boring work matters now."
Lance pursed his lips. In that instant, he suddenly understood the kind of teeth-gnashing love Mrs. Quimbey had for Yvette.
Yvette forgot her lesson as soon as she turned around.
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