Chapter 270 Say “Husband,” Let Me Hear It
- Yvette Milligan lifted her hand and caught the one Lance Jardel was using to twist the towel, quietly watching him.
- Her small face was flushed, soft and dewy. The drug made her peach-blossom eyes shimmer with moisture, yet her gaze stayed clear and innocent—like a newborn fawn—looking up at him, hopeful.
- Lance’s heart skipped a beat. He blinked, then nodded.