113: He Never Wanted Us

YVONNE —

I sighed and closed my eyes in order to calm my emotions. I could not believe what I had just heard; they were trying to play me off.

Although I hated Conan, seeing him holding Zendaya in his arms was something else. Jealousy threatened to rip my heart from my chest as I watched them. At that moment, I wished I was Zendaya. I needed him to hold me that way and speak pet words to me while caressing my cheeks and curling my hair, as he was doing to Zendaya.

I thought of approaching them, but I knew it would not yield any positive result but instead worsen my state because they would certainly do something that would infuriate me more.

I sighed and walked back into the conference hall. I glared at my wristwatch and realized that it was already evening. It was already five o'clock. Meanwhile, most of the audience had already finished eating, and some were exiting the hall and going home.

A few minutes later, Conan walked in and sat beside me. However, I threw my gaze away so I wou