Sean stared straight into Yvette’s eyes as if he was trying to find a hint of nostalgia or affection.
That way, he would not have disregarded his dignity to say these words for nothing.
He already explained it to her so clearly, so what more could he say to make her believe him?
Finally, Yvette lowered her eyes and curled her lips.
“I don’t believe you.”
She wanted to withdraw her hand, but Sean suddenly squeezed her tightly.
At that moment, he was so infuriated that he was on the verge of losing his temper.
So what if what he said was true?
Would Yvette stay and engage in criminal activities with him?
Yvette’s heart did not waver or struggle for a moment.
All she could think about was New Year’s Eve, when he suddenly broke into her house, injured Lance, and raped her.
How could she feel moved?
Bah!
Yvette did not have a fetish for getting raped, nor would she ever give in to someone who ruined her life, even if he was her ex-boyfriend that she used to love.
All she wanted was to put him in jail for life.
Sean’s eyes quickly darkened. He felt as if something hit his chest, and the pain was suffocating.
However, he still smiled and nodded calmly on the surface.
“Ms. Quimbey, you’re not so easily deceived anymore.”
Sean would not continue to open up to her because he did not want to give her any chance to humiliate him again.
Since she did not believe him, so be it.
As long as Yvette stayed by his side, they would go back to the way things were sooner or later.
Yvette curled her lips and said casually, “No, you just didn’t improve much. Don’t worry. I don’t mind if you slept with Melissa or someone else because it has nothing to do with me.”
She clearly drew a line between them.
Yvette only wanted one man to be part of her future – Lance.
As for Sean, he could go to hell!
Tate came back with the milk tea and handed it to the back.
“Ms. Quimbey, is this it?”
Yvette looked at the familiar packaging and responded with a smile, “Yes, thank you.”
She took it over, put the straw into the cup, took a sip, and sighed contentedly.
However, her hand was empty in the next second.
The man next to her snatched over the cup of milk tea, took a sip, frowned, and drank another sip before he returned it to her.
“Gross.”
It tasted bitter.
Yvette lowered her eyes and smiled without saying a word.
The car engine started, and they drove away.
She suppressed her mood and did not turn her head to look at the cafe.
However, she seemed to have succeeded in doing a big thing right under Sean’s nose.
When she looked at the cup of milk tea in her hand, she knew that her whereabouts would soon be known.
That was because the owner of this cafe was Julie Nixon, who had always kept a low profile.
Nicole did not like to drink milk tea, and the only person who ordered milk tea from there was Yvette.
Yvette smiled and felt extremely happy.
This went better than she thought.
Sean noticed her change in mood and frowned slightly.
“Are you that happy to drink this milk tea?”
Yvette instantly restrained her smile and curled her lips unnaturally.
She said, “The sugar in this milk tea increases dopamine levels and makes me happy.”
Hearing this, Sean smirked indifferently. He was obviously not interested in her nonsense.
He closed his eyes, held her hand, and felt her smooth and soft palm. It was as if her hands were boneless and could be crushed with a slight force.
Back then, he did not think that he would one day hold her hand again.
Yvette wanted to withdraw her hand, but it was useless.
It was bright outside. Many people were walking on the road. Some were in a hurry while some were laughing and chatting.
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