Yvan leaned casually against the chair. His features were cold and noble, and his sharp, clear eyes emitted a subtle glow that exuded an air of sophistication. His dark shirt further accentuated his refined temperament.His expression never changed, even when faced with Kiara's question. Instead, he shifted his gaze boldly to Yuna and drawled, "What do you want me to say?"While it seemed he was answering Kiara, his question was directed to Yuna. Yuna pretended not to notice. Kiara smacked his shoulders. "What do you think I want you to say?"Yvan's lips pressed into a thin line as he sucked in a deep breath. "Kiara, we're divorced. Do you think it's appropriate to talk about this here today?""Why is it not?"While he didn't wish to talk back, Yuna intervened and said, "Kiara, today really isn't an appropriate day. After all, Ms. Bailey is Mr. Jenkins' girlfriend. We would be easily misunderstood this way." Yvan raised a brow, thinking that Yuna was obviously having fun. Fi
Yuna eyed him skeptically, as if questioning the reason he was asking about her car.Yvan placed Kiara's arm around his shoulder to steady her. "I don't have a car. Shouldn't you take us home?"Yuna was left speechless. Since Michael had taken his car to drive Daisy home, would she have to drive the siblings home? She would gladly take Kiara home, but not Yvan. It appeared as if Yvan had read her mind. He stared at her with narrowed eyes. "What? You treated Kiara to a meal, but you're not going to send her home now that she's like this?"She cursed internally. She didn't know Kiara had such a low alcohol tolerance, and Yvan would blame it on her. She had miscalculated.In the end, Yuna gave in and collected Kiara's belongings, then walked out of the restaurant by Yvan's side. They did not realize someone had taken the opportunity to secretly snap a picture of them.Yvan helped the tipsy Kiara into the back seat but was soon kicked out by his sister without hesitation. "Drive, br
As soon as she said that, the car braked abruptly. A traffic light turned red up ahead. Yuna looked behind her worriedly and only breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Kiara still in her seat. The moment she turned back front, Yvan's face was right up against hers. "You’re asking me to give you a chance?"Yuna's heart stopped, but she maintained her composure. She saw Kiara lying still in the corner of her eye and met Yvan's gaze. "Mr. Jenkins, don't forget you have a girlfriend.""Haven't you reminded me of that plenty?" he said dryly."So you do listen to what I say?" she scoffed. "Then why did you never seem to hear me seven years ago."His gaze darkened. "Do you think I’ll look at you differently if you change your methods?""Seeing you so frustrated makes me think my methods have worked splendidly.""Hmph." He continued driving. The mood turned eerily quiet. Yuna relaxed her balled fists, working to calm herself down. It was true that she had to get closer to Yvan, bu
Yvan had been gloomily drinking for quite some time at the Twilight. Lucian and Gabriel were chatting animatedly, but he wasn't paying attention to their conversation. Lucian and Gabriel gave each other a look, as if planning something. Suddenly, Lucian spoke, "Oh right, Yuna—"As soon as he heard her name, Yvan looked up at them.Lucian chuckled like a sly fox. Before Yvan could get mad, he sat beside him and poured him a drink. "We lost our lead after investigating the gynecologist. Yvan, why don't you just ask her about what happened?""I don't have the time.""Liar," Gabriel grumbled. Yvan picked up a pillow from beside him and threw it at his head."Let's not think about that then. How are you going to deal with Daisy?" Lucian decided to ask the important question. "Yvan, we've been friends for years now. I know you. Daisy saved you, and you're taking extra care of her because she's sick. You even helped her when she almost got attacked and that made people misunderstand
Michael was so startled by the sound of the door slamming that his phone almost went flying. "Boss?"Yvan took a deep breath and gritted through his teeth, "Find out where Yuna moved!" He was so angry that he could kill someone. Ms. Feron had moved? Michael was shocked beyond words. "Right away."Meanwhile, Yuna was alone and had just finished her work at the research center. With a stack of files in her arms, she was preparing to leave and continue working at home. The moment she walked out of the building, Yvan was there, startling her so badly that she almost dropped her files. "Why are you here?""Why do you think?"Yuna could smell the alcohol wafting off of him and was alarmed. He was drunk. She immediately had her guard up with him and tried to break free from his grip on her arm. She asked with a frown, "Mr. Jenkins, you aren't here in the middle of the night to check on the project's progress, are you? If you are, I can brief you right away.""Why did you move?"Mo
She looked into his eyes, which were pools of swimming emotion. The passing lights outside the car windows cast a dim glow on his frosted, distinguished features. It made him look profound, but unmistakably cold and aloof."You have skills," he said deliberately. "What's wrong with you?" Yuna stayed calm and refuted him with wit. "I don't think there's any need to take what I said previously to heart. Don't tell me you're actually giving me a chance to get close to you. You should think it through. If we go too far, what are you going to tell your girlfriend?""Do you dare take this chance?"She swallowed her anger. It was clear that he was provoking her. He must have sensed it and wanted to test her. Since he was going about it so boldly, she had to be even more bold. "Your words, not mine."He frowned immediately, his gaze darkening as he looked at her. "Since you're offering me this chance, it'll be a waste if I don't try anything. Don't you think, Yvan?" With that, she brou
Everyone at Birchwood Heights looked away when they saw Yvan carrying Yuna into the house and up the stairs.Yuna finally came back to her senses when she saw the familiar room and tried to escape the minute Yvan put her down. However, Yvan was faster than her and his arm shot out to grab her waist. He threw her onto the bed.Yuna’s head spun at this development and when she saw his cold expression, she panicked. “Let go of me!”“Don’t tell me you’re scared now. Things are just getting started!”“Go fuck someone else!”“But I only want to fuck you.”“You bastard!”Yuna watched as Yvan’s face got closer to hers and frantically blurted, “I can't believe you want me now, even though I’m no longer pure. You didn't want me seven years ago when I was pure and trying to get on your good side.”Yvan’s face contorted with annoyance when he heard this, but Yuna continued to provoke him. “No way, are you really trying to make me your mistress?”Yvan’s expression darkened further as she s
Yuna opened her eyes to darkness. From the faint moonlight streaming in from the window, she ascertained that she was still at Birchwood Heights.She sat up on the bed and realized that Yvan was gone.Her mind went blank. Goddamnit. How did things escalate so quickly?She had fallen into his trap and had somehow garnered the title of his lover as well. She took a deep breath and considered her situation. Everything was screwed up, so the only thing she could do was come up with a new plan.Now that things had come to this, she figured that she could just use the opportunity to better investigate the matter from seven years ago. She might even be able to expedite her previous plans as well.Her mind was already formulating a new plan at this thought, so she happily went into the bathroom to freshen up. After she got dressed, she saw that it was already 2 AM.She checked her phone and saw that Sherry had called her multiple times. She must have been worried sick. Yuna had to go hom