Yvette paused for a second and inexplicably calmed down.

She suddenly realized that she had overreacted.

They had just met. Moreover, with their kind of relationship, it seemed like there was no place to talk about jealousy.

Lance’s shirt was somewhat wrinkled, and there were lipstick marks on the collar.

It looked ambiguous and tender.

Noticing Yvette’s line of sight, Lance looked down. His expression turned a little uncomfortable.

He tugged on his shirt and coughed. His voice was dry and hoarse.

“I’ll go change.”

Yvette’s eyes flickered. “I also want to change, but I haven’t brought my things over yet.”

She looked around. Lance brought her to the new house they were about to move into.

Lance paused for a few seconds, got up, and took a shirt from his closet. It was a little too small for him, but it was probably a little wide for her.

As he hesitated on whether to give it to her, Yvette was already sitting on the bed, flinging her long and slender legs.

She waited for him