Chapter Who Do You Want to Kiss

The room was bathed in the soft glow of the bedside lamp. Yvette lay on my bed with closed eyes and a pale face. Her hand fumbled along the edge as if searching for her phone. I ended the call, and the phone fell silent. Then, I walked over to her and stared at her face in surprise. "Yvette, what are you doing in my bed?" Yvette, who used to despise me, was not only in my room but also in my bed. This was beyond bizarre. Yvette was briefly stunned before she slowly opened her eyes and met my gaze calmly. She looked like she'd just woken up but still seemed exhausted. She questioned in a low and hoarse voice, "Are you planning to move back?" I shook my head. "Of course not." She closed her eyes again and appeared slightly weak. "This villa is mine, and so is the room. It naturally belongs to me if you're not coming back. What's wrong with that?" Fair enough. I clenched my teeth and couldn't help wondering aloud. "I just find it odd. Haven't you always hated me?" If I disliked