Chapter 291 I Try to be Nice

Up until this very moment, Yvette was still being stubborn, refusing to admit it. If it wasn't her, then who else in this world could have pulled off something like this? The fury I had been suppressing roared to life in my chest, and along with it, a deep-seated hatred buried in my heart surged like a storm, consuming me whole. "Yvette, are you kidding me?" I'd done everything she'd asked. I played along. Hell, I had even kissed her. And now, she had the audacity to go back on her word? This woman seriously deserved a damn beating. She lounged lazily on the couch. Her lips curled into an amused smirk, but her eyes—those cold, calculating eyes—held no trace of laughter. Instead, they harbored a storm, brewing and ready to stroke. "Look at you, fuming with rage. Don't tell me… she's really taken over your heart?" Blazing with anger, I raised my hand, ready to slap her across the face. But before I could, she caught my wrist in midair with a vice-like grip. Her voice was ice-col