The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

"Pivotage is the soil which I rely upon to survive. It's where a bat like me, who has adapted to the dark, feels most at home. I don't need another choice."

She had to keep her distance from him while there was still a chance.

"If I wanted to take you away to a place where Christopher's influence could not reach, would you come with me?" Drew stared at her deeply, never more seriously.

"No."

Yvonne did not hesitate. Her smile was a blend of light and tears. "I belong to Mr. Christopher, whether in life or death."

Drew slowly straightened his back, his reddened eyes turning cold again as he undid two more buttons on his black shirt. "I understand your feelings. In that case, let's get down to business." "What... Business?" The man's thoughts jumped too suddenly, and Yvonne failed to follow.

"It's midnight in a hotel room, and it's just you and me. What kind of business could it be? Play cards?"

Drew's gaze was mocking and cold, completely devoid of the gentleness she fell in love with. "Are you showering first, or me? Or should we bathe together?"

eyes and shook her head. "I'll leave

she wanted to leave, but the man quickly grabbed her waist, pulling her back under his icy stare. "Why, are you mad? How could we sleep together without bathing?" "Mad? I don't have the

noble gentleman like you really want to sleep with a woman

type of person you are. Since I brought

hold back her emotions anymore, shouting

was stunned, his thin

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"If you worry about me, don't make such a request

Drew was the best

not want him

wanted them to stay

waist. His tone became gentler, coaxing, "It's fine if you don't want to bathe.

Yvonne was indeed exhausted.