The Divorced Billionaire Heiress

Read Chapter 1456 of The Divorced Billionaire Heiress-By I Wanna Eat Meat

Lance blinked and looked at her with deep eyes, wanting to say something.
Yvette patted his shoulder. “It won’t matter if you help me this time, right? Don’t worry, no one will know!”
None of them would say anything.
Lance’s words were swallowed back. What else could he say?
“Ms. Quimbey, if you don’t mind, why would a man like me mind?”
He sat there and smiled frankly.
His eyelashes were lowered, which cast a faint shadow on his face. He looked silent and reticent.
There was something seductive about him.
Yvette froze for a moment and smiled. “But why did you suddenly make a move just now?”
She felt that at that moment, Lance was incredibly cool and handsome, so much so that she had the urge to marry him immediately.
However, in retrospect, Lance was not such an impulsive person.

Lance paused and shrugged. “You were about to cry, so how can I still sit in the car? Since he bullied you, it’s only right to retaliate!”
In his impression, Yvette was not someone who would willingly suffer a loss.
If others dared to mess with her, she would swing a beer bottle to their head regardless of how rich or powerful that person was.
However, when Lance was in the car and saw Yvette’s stoic look, he could not stand it.
Lance could not hold back any longer, so he got out of the car and punched Sean.
Yvette nodded heavily as she held the first aid kit in her arms.
“Of course, there won’t be a next time. I was just caught off guard. Even if you don’t make a move, I won’t suffer for nothing.”
Lance looked at her with amusement. His voice was low and raspy.
“Mm, I think so too, but I’m afraid that if I don’t help you, my mother will kill me when she finds out.”

went back to her master bedroom while Lance

Yvette thought that after what happened with Sean, she would not be able to sleep, at least not so easily.
As a result, she fell asleep as soon as her head touched the pillow.
If it was not for the alarm clock early in the morning, Yvette would not have woken up at all.
Yvette was not a dedicated worker. She just did not want to make her mother angry again, so she could only be conscientious to behave better.
She was still wearing a thin spaghetti strap silk nightgown without anything underneath when she walked out of her room with her eyes closed as usual to wash up. The faucet in the master bathroom was broken, and she had been too lazy to find someone to fix it, so she had to use the guest bathroom.
As soon as she went out, she heard a movement in the guest bathroom.
She had forgotten that there was someone else in the house.
Her mind was muddled as she followed the sound.
She did not even bother to open her eyes. When she stood in the doorway and reluctantly opened her eyes, she came face to face with a cold, handsome, angular face. The man was naked.