Lance spoke decisively.

He did not drag his feet, and he was not sympathetic or indecisive like the day before.

Whitney’s face turned pale.

“Is our past that embarrassing? You promised to marry me and even said that marriage doesn’t matter to you…”

Her words were almost incoherent.

Lance coldly interrupted her.

“You know full well that our past was nothing. Even if it wasn’t you back then, I’d still say the same thing. I didn’t say that because of you.”

Whitney’s body swayed, and her face was glum.

Her eyes were bloodshot as she held back her tears.

“I accompanied you through your toughest time. I don’t believe that you’ll forget that.”

Lance’s eyes turned colder.

“I could get through that time because of myself, not because you turned around the situation for me. Don’t think so highly of yourself.”

Whitney sucked in a breath, finally realizing that Lance had changed.

Actually, he did not change.

Lance used to be more lenient toward women, but here he was, refuting her wi