Chapter 92


    Yvan was caught off guard when E, seizing the moment of his distraction, wrapped her arms around


    his neck and nted a kiss thatnded on the corner of his mouth as he instinctively stepped back.


    E pouted, looking genuinely hurt, “Yvan, you’ve changed!”


    All Yvan did was pat her shoulder, “Cut it out, E. Let go.”


    Reluctantly, E dropped her arms but then quickly caught Yvan’s hand. Such gestures were once


    second nature to them. E used to shower Yvan with her vibrant passion, but now…


    Tilting her head, she nced at this man next to her, her eyshes fluttering, feeling that something


    was off with Yvan. Thetter let her lead him by the hand. As they passed through the lobby after work,


    the staff, who were still toiling away, caught the sight where Yvan’s hand was held by a girl as they


    walked out, and covered their mouth in shock.


    “Who’s that girl?”


    “How bold can she get! My God!”


    “She’s actually holding Mr. Boyd’s hand? And he didn’t tell her to buzz off? Unbelievable!”


    “That’s it. Mr. Boyd must have a new me.”


    The whispers inevitably reached E’s ears. She frowned, nced back, and the gossipers


    immediately pretended to be engrossed in their work, as if those words had never slipped from their


    lips.


    Those remarks from a bunch of ragtags were nothing but ?our grapes.


    E rolled her eyes. Then, she pulled Yvan towards the elevator, and they headed down to the parking


    lot where Carl was waiting to finish his duty of escorting Yvan. With an icy bow, Carl said, “Goodbye,


    Mr. Boyd.”


    Yvan raised an eyebrow nonchntly and replied, “Thanks for your hard work.”


    After the routine send–off, Carl left, and Yvan opened the car door, inviting E, “Get


    in: I’ll drive you.”


    “Wow! You’re driving?” E gasped in delight, bouncing into the passenger seat like a child, “I’ve been


    so sick of your stuffy drivers. You’re finally taking the wheel!”


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    Yvan listened to E’s ceaseless chatter, started the car silently, and skillfully backed


    out of the parking space.


    E was busy admiring the car’s interior when she said, “Yvan, you look so cool driving. Can I take a


    picture?”


    A bit noisy. Yvan frowned slightly, and then, repressing his irritation, he said, “Sure, but don’t make a


    scene.”


    That was a yes!


    Triumphantly, E whipped out her phone, snuggled up to Yvan, and snapped a selfie. In the photo,


    Yvan wasn’t looking at the camera, and just focused on the road. His profile was sharp and handsome,


    reminiscent of a brooding celebrity, while E’s radiant smile shone brightly in the foreground – a stark


    contrast of cool and warm.


    E excitedly continued to take selfies, while Yvan just drove, asionally answering her questions.


    Otherwise, his gaze never left the road ahead.


    E found his noble, aloof demeanor to be quite charming and sneakily took some more photos of him


    driving alone, saving them on her phone.


    Upon arrival, Yvan gave his name, and Carl had already reserved thergest private room for them five


    minutes earlier. They were greeted by a waiting attendant as they entered.


    “Hey.” E paused by the window, her eyes catching a familiar face. She murmured, “Isn’t that Mason?


    Does he have a girlfriend now? The woman sitting across from him is pretty cute.“*