Yvonne couldn’t believe that she was feeling a subtle attraction
toward another man other than Christopher.
“Look around you. Does this look like the women’s restroom to you?”
Drew smirked, his lips curling. “You’re the one who should leave,
miss.”
Yvonne’s face flushed even more at his remark, and she lowered her
gaze, ready to leave. But Drew suddenly grabbed her wrist, swiftly pulling her back.
Yvonne collided with his sturdy chest once again, sending shivers down her spine. Her heart raced
even more.
Drew’s deep gaze locked onto hers, a yful glint in his eyes.”
Leaving so soon? You haven’t even thanked me.”
“T-Thank you.” Yvonne stammered, her breath bing erratic.
Drew’s warm breath brushed against her nose, softening her icy
stare. “Has anyone ever told you that you resemble someone?”
Yvonne’s heart raced, trying hard to break free, but Drew held her
tightly.
“You must be mistaken. I don’t resemble anyone. I am just me.”
She inexplicably felt timid and insecure, like an imposter. This face was Be Thompson’s, the one
Christopher cherished so deeply.
“Alright, then tell me, who are you?” Drew’s, prating gaze shifted
“Yvo-..”
Before Yvonne could finish her sentence, her phone rang. She pulled it
out and saw the caller ID on the screen, and her face immediately
drained of color.
With all her might, she struggled to break free from Drew’s embrace
and dashed out of the door in a daze.
Drew’s eyebrows shot up in curiosity, and he followed after her.
Yvonne didn’t dare to leave through the front door openly but hurriedly left through the back door. As
soon as she stepped out, a blinding spotlight hit her face, forcing her to shield her eyes with her arm,
unable to open them.
At that moment, a bodyguard approached her.
“Ms. Smith, the boss is waiting for you. Pleasee with me.”
“Okay…”
At that moment, Yvonne waspletely sober. With a tense
expression, she walked heavily toward the ck luxury car, where
man she had longed for sat waiting.
But even with her beloved within arm’s reach, she was in fear.
The car door opened, and Yvonne cautiously entered. As soon as the
door closed, Christopher’s clear yet angry voice pierced the darkness.
“What did I tell you? I told you not to return to Savrow without mymand. Have you forgotten so
quickly?”
“I-I’m sorry, Mr. Iverson. Ah!”
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The next moment, Yvonne felt her vision darken. A suffocating pain gripped her throat, making it
impossible to breathe. Christopher’s
eyes gleamed with coldness as he lunged forward, grabbing Yvonne’s
neck and pinning her forcefully against the seat.
“Sorry? Is that all you can say? Do you have any idea how much
trouble you have caused me with just one rash move?”