Chapter 727

As Xavier froze, his grip loosened.

Yvette immediately pulled her wrist free, rubbing it where it still hurt. She had no idea how much strength he had used, but it really did hurt.

Just as she was about to leave, Xavier pressed her down onto the bed again.

"Who taught you that?" His voice was a bit hoarse.

Yvette found his current behavior both frustrating and amusing. "It was just a kiss on the cheek. Do I need someone to teach me that?"

Xavier's expression remained unchanged, but Yvette noticed his earlobes turning a deep shade of red, as if they might start bleeding from embarrassment.

Without thinking, she raised her hand and touched his earlobe.

At that moment, Xavier grabbed her wrist again, though this time he wasn't as forceful.

"Was it Claude?"

"Couldn't I have been my own teacher?" Yvette huffed, frustrated. Why did he always link everything to Claude?

Determined to prove her point, she leaned in and planted another kiss on Xavier's other cheek. "Believe me now?