Chapter 6 Are You Done Yet?
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que different yet equally striking She was dressed in a long gown and had fiery red lips. Large waves of shoulder–length hair cascaded
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down her bark.
As soon as Yvette saw me, a flicker of surprise crossed her bright eyes. “Owen? Why are you here?
Nancy suddenly exclaimed, “Well, if it isn’t my best friend’s husband Why didn’t you give me a heads–up if you were coming here?”
I wasn’t interested in talking to either of them, so I kept my expression neutral and quickly tried to pass them to enter the elevator
“Owen, stop right their.” Yvette’s cold voice came from behind me, but I didn’t stop
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I was forced to stop, and I turned to look at her. She had a scowl on her face, and her red lips were slightly pursed.
“Hold you to stop. Didn’t you hear met
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Nancy was standing some distance away, and 1 sawber raise an eyebrow, a playful smile on her lips.
“Ivette, what did you do to make him so mad? He actually doesn’t want to talk to you? That’s never happened before!”
Yvette glazed at Nancy, and the latter immediately raised her hand in mock surrender, going silent with a grin.
Then, Yvette’s eyes locked onto mine, bet gaze as dark and unreadable as an abvuu.
“Are you done yet? How long are you going to keep this up?”
