The Divorced Billionaire Heiress novel Chapter 1898

Chapter 1898

Because she was in the stairwell and Lance did not stand up to speak for her. After all, she didn’t believe it was worthwhile.

What good is her self-pity?

What is the point of caring what other people think?

She has loved someone generously, and even if there is no happy ending, her love is still strong. She took her feelings too seriously for the first half of her life.

Sean came first, then Lance.

Lance had done nothing wrong and was completely innocent.

But she had a revelation.

A new marriage with his sweetheart is a wonderful memory. But she can’t stay there forever.

She is incompetent in her own right, and she will always be Mrs. Sheldon. When Lance gives her face, others will only refer to her as “President Quimbey.”

She didn’t seem to be upset about anything.

Those awkward things don’t matter once you figure it out.

She took a deep breath and began gathering materials for her trip to Cali.

Yvette was quite hungry. She didn’t hesitate to sit down and eat when she saw the delicious food.

Lance did nothing but observe her eating.

She was used to talking and laughing, but in the last two days, she had revealed another side of herself to him.

When she laughs, she distances herself from indifference, she quietly distances herself from him, and she looks at him indifferently.

Lance went up and down like a roller coaster in just a few days, and he was so tired that he lost half his life.

Yvette ate for a while before realising he hadn’t done anything. “Why aren’t you eating?” Lance twitched his lips and looked her in the eyes: “You eat i don’t want to.” Yvette swallowed, sipped her water, set her chopsticks down, and looked at him: “Do you have anything to say to me?” Lance expression indicated that he had something to say. He looked at her with heavy eyes and didn’t show any of his previous emotions. He couldn’t figure out what he was thinking right now. “I’ve already arranged for someone to accompany me to Cali.” Yvette’s face became frozen. Lance rested his arms on his legs and looked her in the eyes without squinting: “I’m still working on a municipal construction project that you can use for practise.” Yvette lowered her gaze, clearly unhappy. As if casually, she hooked her lower lip: “Municipal construction is a shambles; it’s like giving me money for nothing; can you give me some hand training?” Her distinct voice has a somewhat lazy tone, casual but with a hint of disdain.