Read Chapter 1490 of The Divorced Billionaire Heiress-By I Wanna Eat Meat
Yvette paused for a second and inexplicably calmed down.
She suddenly realized that she had overreacted.
They had just met. Moreover, with their kind of relationship, it seemed like there was no place to talk about jealousy.
Lance’s shirt was somewhat wrinkled, and there were lipstick marks on the collar.
It looked ambiguous and tender.
Noticing Yvette’ s line of sight, Lance looked down. His expression turned a little uncomfortable.
He tugged on his shirt and coughed. His voice was dry and hoarse.
“I’ll go change.”
Yvette’s eyes flickered. “I also want to change, but I haven’t brought my things over yet.”
She looked around. Lance brought her to the new house they were about to move into.
Lance paused for a few seconds, got up, and took a shirt from his closet. It was a little too small for him, but it was probably a little wide for her.
As he hesitated on whether to give it to her, Yvette was already sitting on the bed, flinging her long and slender legs.
She waited for him to hand it over.
Looking back and seeing her smiling gaze, Lance was a little unsure of its meaning.
Yvette saw his uncertain look and smiled as she spoke.
“I didn’t expect you to use this trick.” Lance was stunned.
Yvette walked over and took the shirt he was holding. “Wait for me!”
She took the initiative and went to the bathroom to take a shower and change her clothes.
She told him to wait, and he really waited.
At that moment of bewilderment earlier, he suddenly understood what she meant the moment she came out.
On her body, the shirt was long enough to reach her thighs.
The erotic sight was boundless, but it was covered and seemed to attract his gaze.
Lance really wanted to pretend to be a gentleman and look away.
However, his self-control was completely paralyzed at this moment.
He could not do it.
Sure enough, men were all visual creatures. He suddenly felt like he was incredibly shallow. He used to think that he was different from those lecherous men and could control himself in any chaotic situation.
However, at that moment, Lance questioned himself.
Yvette stood in front of him and was very satisfied when she saw his reaction.
He looked persistent but not vulgar. It was like she saw through his heart.
She approached him and felt like she could hear his heartbeat.
The detached and unfamiliar relationship between the two suddenly disappeared. She reached out, wrapped her arms around his waist, and embraced him. Her voice sounded husky and lazy in his ear.
“Why did you bring me here?”
It was not like he did not know where she lived. The man’s body stiffened in an instant.
“You were drunk.” Yvette blinked.
“And you didn’t do anything?”
That question became somewhat suggestive. The man remained stiff. “You were drunk.”
He used the same answer in response to different questions. It seemed to be a standard answer.
Yvette smiled. She buried her head on his chest and laughed.
Lance was so serious. Yvette really could not bear to bully him.
Just as she let go and wanted to take a step back to keep her distance, his arms tightly wrapped around her waist from behind in the next second, bringing her body close.
Yvette was stunned and looked up at him.
Lance lowered his head and kissed her lips with a domineering force that could not be denied,
invading her lips and teeth.
That bone -chilling sweetness made him instantly think of the dimness and intimacy last night.
He was even more reluctant to let go.
Yvette tried to push him away but was only given a moment to catch her breath. She asked him.
“Lance, do you know what you’re doing?”
Lance’s eyes were deep. His calm voice was tainted with another emotion. It sounded raspy and low.
“I know. You’ve sobered up.”
Then, he tore off the shirt that Yvette had just put on.
