Chapter 50 Getting Out of Hand

A sudden weight pressed down on me, and the faint scent of rose-scented body wash drifted over, wrapping around me like a spell. I looked up and saw Yvette's face so close that I could have counted her eyelashes. Her dark eyes were like the night sky, deep and unending, and my heart started to race. As I remembered our pending divorce, the image of Randall also flickered across my mind. Steeling myself, I gritted my teeth and managed to push Yvette away just a little. She hadn't expected that. For a split second, she froze, her expression quickly darkening. Her jaw was clenched tightly. But to my surprise, she didn't explode in anger. Instead, she just stood there, a strange silence hanging in the air between us. Seeing my chance, I grabbed my phone, snapping a few quick photos of her in a playful flurry. Considering she'd trained in self-defense since childhood, I'd rather not end up her punching bag if she got mad. But this way, if she left, she'd be the one explaining things to