Yvonne couldnât believe that she was feeling a subtle attraction
toward another man other than Christopher.
âLook around you. Does this look like the womenâs restroom to you?â
Drew smirked, his lips curling. âYouâre the one who should leave,
miss.â
Yvonneâs 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.
Drewâs deep gaze locked onto hers, a playful glint in his eyes.â
Leaving so soon? You havenât even thanked me.â
âT-Thank you.â Yvonne stammered, her breath becoming erratic.
Drewâs warm breath brushed against her nose, softening her icy
stare. âHas anyone ever told you that you resemble someone?â
Yvonneâs heart raced, trying hard to break free, but Drew held her
tightly.
âYou must be mistaken. I donât resemble anyone. I am just me.â
She inexplicably felt timid and insecure, like an imposter. This face was Bella Thompsonâs, the one
Christopher cherished so deeply.
âAlright, then tell me, who are you?â Drewâs, penetrating gaze shifted
âYvo-..â
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 Drewâs embrace
and dashed out of the door in a daze.
Drewâs eyebrows shot up in curiosity, and he followed after her.
Yvonne didnât 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.
âMs. Smith, the boss is waiting for you. Please come with me.â
âOkayâ¦â
At that moment, Yvonne was completely sober. With a tense
expression, she walked heavily toward the black luxury car, where
man she had longed for sat waiting.
But even with her beloved within armâs reach, she was in fear.
The car door opened, and Yvonne cautiously entered. As soon as the
door closed, Christopherâs clear yet angry voice pierced the darkness.
âWhat did I tell you? I told you not to return to Savrow without my command. Have you forgotten so
quickly?â
âI-Iâm sorry, Mr. Iverson. Ah!â
The next moment, Yvonne felt her vision darken. A suffocating pain gripped her throat, making it
impossible to breathe. Christopherâs
eyes gleamed with coldness as he lunged forward, grabbing Yvonneâs
neck and pinning her forcefully against the seat.
âSorry? Is that all you can say? Do you have any idea how much
trouble you have caused me with just one rash move?â