Click!
The lights came on, and the darkness faded. The noise stopped in an instant.
The brightness seemed to pull everyone back to the real world.
Their hearts instantly turned cold!
Everyone was still wearing a smile on their faces, and their eyes subconsciously looked over towards the person who turned on the lights.
The name of the person they just shouted stood there with a sullen face, dark eyes, and an icy smile at the corners of his mouth as he stared at them one by one.
Of course, his gaze finally landed on Yvette, who was i n the middle.
The few seconds of silence seemed to be stretched.
Everyone stood there stiffly, not even daring to move.
They really hoped that it was a dream.
However, every one of them had a part in it. It was like their brains were short-circuited. They drank a few bottles of wine and scolded Lance together with Yvette.
No one made a sound.
Yvette froze as if she was turned into stone.
A cold draft came in.
Yvette watched as the man in front of her strode up to her. She could not help but feel guilty.
Was it too late to save herself?
Yvette was pushed out by someone, then she followed Lance in a trance.
They soon reached the car.
Lance sat inside and saw her standing outside. His gaze was momentarily complex and pensive.
He wanted to say something but did not say it.
Looking at her conflicted look, Lance pursed his lips. " Get in."
Yvette breathed a sigh of relief, then she ran to the passenger seat.
She had always liked how comfortable it was inside this car. The passenger seat was adjusted to her favorite distance.
Every time she sat on it, she felt like it was something very enjoyable.
However, her current self could not enjoy this moment.
She sat stiffly like a child who had done something wrong.
When they arrived home, Lance parked the car in the
garage.
Lance did not move.
She did not dare to move either.
It was the first time she looked so obviously guilty.
Her cursing was exposed in public.
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