Read Chapter 1484 of The Divorced Billionaire Heiress-By I Wanna Eat Meat
Yvette stood firmly before reaching out to push Lance away without the slightest hint of reluctance.
It was like she was facing a stranger. “Thanks…”
Yvette finished speaking and continued to walk back, but she saw that she had gone in the wrong direction. For a moment, she could not figure out if she was walking at the right place or not.
Lance saw her reaction and smiled somewhat helplessly.
“Where’s the room?”
Yvette pursed her lips. “Call Nicole and tell her to come out and pick me up.”
She went out in a hurry and left her phone in the room.
Lance smiled faintly. His mature profoundness faded slightly and was replaced by warmth.
“I only have her office number. She might not necessarily answer at this time.”
After all, although their cooperation was a win-win situation, they did not have too deep a friendship in private.
Lance had Logan’s number, but it was clear that Nicole would probably not bring her assistant to attend this kind of private party.
Yvette stood there without moving. The alcohol went to her head, and she threw a tantrum.
“Then what are you doing here?”
Lance looked even more helpless. He shook his head, went over to hold her slender wrist, and pulled her in the opposite direction with some force.
“Since you don’t know where it is, then let’s go out and sober up first.”
He called Logan and asked him to inform Nicole to come out for Yvette. Then, he took Yvette to the floor-to-ceiling window at the end of the corridor.
Outside, the breeze blew through the branches, making it chilly both inside and out.
Yvette struggled to no avail and gave up. In any case, she recognized that the person in front of her was Lance, so she was not that guarded.
They already got their marriage license. Was she supposed to be worried that he would sell her off?
In front of the floor-to-ceiling window, there was a small window on top from which the cold breeze outside blew in. Yvette’s drowsy drunkenness dissipated by half in an instant.
Yvette rubbed her eyes and looked to the side. Lance stood there, looking out through the floor-to- ceiling window. His figure was upright like a sculpture, and there was a hint of coldness in the night.
Her heart suddenly felt tickled. It was a feeling she could not describe. It was as if a huge treasure had landed in her arms, and she was so overjoyed that she was at a loss for a moment.
Suddenly, Yvette felt around her back pocket and took out a slender pack of fashion cigarettes.
Only a cigarette could calm her mind.
However, even after she searched her whole body, she could not find a lighter.
Lance’s bony hands reached out. A matte black square lighter arrived in front of her eyes. It was square, just like Lance, and just as proper.
Yvette stared at it for a few seconds without moving.
Lance suddenly laughed. Then, he gently flicked it, and a flame sprang out.
Yvette’s face flushed red. Did he think that she was waiting for him to give her a light?
However, if she explained herself for this small matter, it would seem like she cared too much.
Yvette tried to calm her mood and brush it off. The flame burned the head of the cigarette, and the smell of nicotine instantly filled her breath and throat.
Taking a drag, Yvette let out a sigh of comfort.
It was only at times like these that she felt like she was the great Ms. Quimbey who was in control of the whole situation.
What man would dare to try and conquer her?
Yvette raised her eyes and saw the person in front o f her put away the lighter.
He looked outside again with a hint of weariness on his face.
It seemed like he was not surprised nor repulsed that she smoked.
The scarlet cigarette tip dimmed in the smoke that wafted between her fingertips.
The taste of this cigarette was specially tailored. It was not as light as ordinary designer cigarettes, but the taste was not as strong either.
Yvette turned her head sideways and stared at Lance. “Do you want a taste?”
She twirled the cigarette around her fingertips as if she was luring a good student to do bad things.
