Lance kept thinking, she hates me, yet I still come here for her.
What did she do?
She didn't allow Frankie to call her Mrs. Wolseley.
Then she got into Charlie's car.
And now, she claims that she doesn't know me.
Am I that resentful?
The policeman looked at Yvette and Lance and asked, "Yes or no?"
Lance had the urge to toss Yvette away, yet he held it in.
His dark eyes were cold, and he held Yvette's waist tightly. He gritted his teeth and said, "She is my wife."
His short sentence stunned Yvette.
She wanted to push him away, but she was hugged even tighter, so she could only ask in a small voice, "What are you talking about?"
The policeman was silent for a few seconds. Then he asked Yvette, "Is he your husband?"
Yvette thought, is Lance crazy or what? The two times we met, he was so complacent, as if he were a peacock.
Why does he say I'm his wife now?