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To hear Yvette's gentle response, with no sign of mocking or insults in her eyes, did so many things to him.

For the longest time, she wanted her warmth again, and right at that moment, when he locked gazes with her, she saw how the coldness in her had melted.

"You are such an unpredictable woman," he said as soon as Yvette just rested her head on his shoulder while she was still panting.

"I would be easy to get if I were predictable, Mr. Smith," she taunted.

Clyde chuckled against her head as his hand now caressed her back. He has now forgotten that he's mad at her for letting another man have dinner with her.

"So... why did you tell it to him? What if he snitched and ruined your image?" he asked as soon as he remembered the dinner.

Unlike earlier, he's less mad now. He would always be stunned at how Yvette had the power over him to change his mood so easily.

"You think so?" Yvette murmured.

"I do not trust him," he said.

"It's just your jealousy speaking, Clyde," she said.

"Yes. An