Chapter 401 Too Late to Regret

While Yvonne puked bile, her mind was racing. As expected, when she started to catch her breath, Stephen asked, "Why did you puke?"

She composed herself and turned to look at Stephen, looking rather annoyed. "Is it any of your business?"

Stephen furrowed his brows without saying anything. "What? Are you still expecting the child to be there?" Yvonne sneered. "It's too late to regret it."

"No," Stephen said in a low voice, "I never regret anything that I've done."

Somehow, this made Yvonne feel even more sick. "Sure." She turned to look at Conan. "You're a man, yet you're sobbing so much. Don't you feel embarrassed?"

Conan had already stopped crying the second Yvonne started puking. When he heard what Yvonne said, he quickly wiped away the tears from his face and looked at her stubbornly. Those watery eyes had the naivety of an idiot, but they were rather adorable.

Yvonne felt much better. She looked at Stephen once more. "Next weekend is New Year's Eve. Are you free?" Before Step