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?"

closed her eyes and shook her head. "I'll

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

high and mighty noble gentleman like you really want to sleep

know what type of person

hold back her emotions anymore, shouting in

stunned, his

her breathing. Her eyes were bloodshot. "If you worry about me, don't make such a request tonight, for the

Drew was

she truly liked him, she did not want him to have any connection with

wanted them to stay

on leaving, Drew's breathing became erratic, the veins bulging on his hand holding her waist. His tone became gentler, coaxing, "It's fine

Yvonne was indeed exhausted.