Chapter 1883 He’s Blind
Lance walked away after he finished speaking. Whitney stared at his back in shock. Her face was
extremely glum.
“Who said that I don’t love her?”
Whitney thought, ‘This means that Lance loves Yvette! He actually loves her?!’
Even back then when they were at their most intimate, Lance never said that he loved Whitney. She
thought that he was incapable of love, much less willing to express it.
However, he just admitted to her that he loved another person.
Lance walked out of the stairway. When he passed the trash can, he paused in his footsteps.
His expression changed slightly when he saw what was on top of the trash can.
He did not remember seeing these two cups of coffee on top of the trash can when he walked in. Did
someone come by?
Lance wrinkled his brow. He picked up the two cups of coffee with a cold face and went to his
workstation.
“Whose are these?”
Lance asked the right person.
His assistant smiled, and his eyes lit up.
“Mr. Sheldon, aren’t these the coffee that Ms. Quimbey brought you?”
Lance’s expression changed dramatically. “Yvette? She just came over?”
Asense of panic suddenly arose in his heart.
It was like a gust of wind that could not be grasped.
The assistant nodded naturally.
“Yeah, she was looking for you everywhere just now, but for some reason, she suddenly left.”
The assistant paused for a while. He frowned as he continued, “Oh, right. Ms. Quimbey didn’t look very
happy when she left. I don’t know who made her angry.”
Lance’s face turned glum. He left the coffee and walked in the direction of the elevator.
“Mr. Sheldon, you have a golfing appointment later...”
Before the assistant finished speaking, the elevator had already descended.
The assistant touched his head and was very puzzled.
“Mr. Sheldon and Ms. Quimbey are acting so weirdly.”
Another colleague coughed.
“Mr. Sheldon just went to the stairway with his ex -girlfriend. I’m guessing that Ms. Quimbey bumped
into them doing who-knows-what...” Just as the colleague said this, a woman came out from the
direction of the stairway.
The woman’s eyes were slightly red and watery. She had a lazy charm about her. Her clothes were
disheveled, and her breathing was still a bit labored.
Everyone instantly froze.
The air became stagnant.
Whitney also did not speak. She just hugged her body and pressed the elevator button, looking very
lonely and aggrieved.
This scene was indescribable.
It was difficult for others to not let their imagination run wild.
Once Whitney got on the elevator, everyone immediately looked at one another.
In an instant, they let out a lamenting sigh.
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