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Clyde was glancing from time to time as Yvette was retouching her face as she sat on the front seat of his sports car.

Yvette could sense her eyes, so she arched her brow and glanced at him.

"We're not going?" she asked.

"I'm just trying to pull myself back into reality since this is so not you," Clyde said as he pulled the gear and started maneuvering the steering wheel of the car.

Yvette, sitting beside him, wearing a black backless coat and black slacks while her hair was put in a high ponytail, and the v-neckline of her coat showing the valley of her boobs, making her look so hot, is just the best sight for Clyde. Knowing that it wasn't just anybody but Yvette Martinez-Smith, who is his wife, made it look even more satisfying.

"Why? Is it unusual for a wife to go to her husband's office? Unless you're having a secret affair with your secretary there?" Yvette said in a nonchalant voice while putting powder on her face.

Clyde licked his lower lip. He's amused that, for the first tim