Matthew remained silent, his gaze fixed on Yvonne.
She didn’t even bother to look at them. She paid the bill, and then she and Sandra left the restaurant. Sandra had to return to the office, so Yvonne hailed a taxi. As the car made its way toward the Spencer residence, her phone rang. Without checking the caller ID, she answered.
“You were following me,” Matthew’s voice said, a statement, not a question.
“Are you always this paranoid?” Yvonne shot back.
“Queena mentioned that you don’t even know proper dining etiquette. Yvonne, I know you’re not over me. If you regret your decision, I might be willing to take you back.”
Yvonne was incredulous. “And what about Queena?”
“The two of you don’t have to conflict.”
She almost laughed. “So, you want me to be your mistress?”
His silence was all the confirmation she needed.

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