The Divorced Billionaire Heiress
Chapter 1889 I Don’t Believe You

Chapter 1889 I Don't Believe You

After a long time, Lance's throat bobbed, and his eyes darkened.

"I don't mean that. I just want to explain what's going on. What you heard during the day..." Yvette laughed softly. Her eyebrows arched, and her smile was very light.

"Are you trying to say that what I heard wasn't real? That I misunderstood you? That you don't know of her existence at all? Did you want to say that you only met her today?"

Lance was stunned, and his face tightened slightly.

Obviously, what Yvette guessed was right.

If Lance really said all that, she would probably die laughing.

This explanation was very weak.

Lance opened his mouth. "Whether you believe it or not..."

"I don't believe you."

Yvette's smile faded as she looked at him expressionlessly.

"I don't believe a word you say."

The two of them were completely at an impasse. Why should Yvette believe Lance?

Was it not Whitney's intention to attend the party just to get Yvette's attention?

Did Lance not hide Whitney's existence from Yvette and let her join his company because he wanted to rekindle his old relationship?

Even though Yvette was a bit slow to realize, she was not stupid.

Lance looked at Yvette with unblinking eyes. At this time, her bright and delicate face was extremely cold.

He did not want to make things worse and did not want to make this even bigger of a deal.

There was clearly nothing going on between him and Whitney.

He laughed lightly with some suppressed emotion. "So? You don't even want to listen to my explanation now and just jump to conclusions!" Yvette stared at Lance with bewilderment and absurdity in her eyes. "Theard it clearly enough during the day, so] can't tell if what you say is true or not."

Lance was stunned and his eyes instantly turned dull.

He rubbed his temples.

"I'll make her leave, so you don't need to worry about it."

Yvette gently curled her lips. Her voice was cold

and detached.

"You don't need to force yourself. I won't mind even if she stays."

Lance froze slightly as if he had misheard.

"What did you say?"

Yvette laughed indifferently and casually. "If you both aren't afraid to be embarrassed, I'm not afraid either."

She finally finished applying the hand cream. Then, she went around to the other side of the bed, lifted the quilt, lay down, and closed her eyes. The room was silent.

Lance looked at her with shock.

Yvette did not open her eyes, and her voice was indifferent as she said, "If you don't want to sleep here, then sleep outside. Please turn off the lights when you leave." She did not even bother to put up an act.

Those words she heard during the day were like a slap to her face. Although they came from Whitney's mouth, did Lance ever refute her on behalf of Yvette?

He did not.

That was because he also thought the same.

Was it not?

This relationship came too suddenly. They were so immersed in bliss that they neglected the vulnerable foundation between them.

A few minutes later, the room was dark.

The man walked out and quietly closed the door. When the maid saw him walk out, she was holding a cup of hangover tea. "Sir, is that Madam..."

Lance rubbed his temples.

"She's asleep. No need."

The maid nodded and turned to go back into the kitchen.

Lance stood quietly on the balcony as the wind blew in, rattling the collar of his shirt.

He took out his phone and called the human resources department.

"Fire Whitney Locke tomorrow."

"Why, Mr. Sheldon? Whitney is a talent that we poached from abroad. She just joined the company one >>> "Enough!"

Lance rarely spoke so coldly and bluntly to shut someone up.

The night wind blew and permeated with a chill. Lance had a hunch that Yvette's indifference tonight was not a joke, and he would not test his wife's patience because of Whitney Locke. His phone suddenly rang.

When he looked down, he saw that it was a call from his mother, Fiona.