Lance went over and sat next to Yvette. He reached out and touched her face, which was warm and delicate like a baby’s skin. At this time, her cheeks were flushed from intoxication.

Yvette’s sleeping face looked so harmless and ignorant.

When Lance saw her, all the anger he had pent up subsided.

Lance had never before imagined that he would be so attached to a woman.

He used to think that marriage was just business. Feelings were optional, and all they needed was mutual respect.

Back then,