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Yvette drained her whole energy after their vigorous sex. They did it thrice until she passed out. When she woke up, she noticed her lunch at the edge of her bed.

She crawled and looked at it curiously. There's one piece of pink tulip beside the plate and a letter. She looked at the letter and read the message that Clyde wrote into it.

I'll be at the office. You can come in if you want something. Eat your lunch.

Yvette smirked and tossed it away. She lifted the glass of orange juice and sip on it. Fresh oranges. She can say that Clyde used fresh fruits to prepare juice for herself which is what she likes the most.

Probably the cook... Nice job. They know my taste.

She ate her lunch. She was in the middle of chewing it when someone knocked and came in. She saw Alice smiling at her.

"Do you like it?" she asked.

Yvette smiled and nodded. "Did you cook it? I love the taste of it."

"Oh no... it wasn't me," she said and placed her dress wrapped in plastic. "It's your husband who cook