Chapter 71 Yvette Throws a Tantrum

Yvette merely took two bites of the oatmeal that Randall had specially prepared for her. The bowl was still practically full. Yvette's face was calm and unreadable as she turned slightly to glance at me. "Are you planning to take care of me?" she asked. I shook my head. "I'm just here to get work done." "Then don't bother talking." "But I'm eager to get back home, so I'll do what I need to take care of you." Wanting to help and having no choice but to help were two very different things. Yvette's expression remained unchanged, but her eyes darkened suddenly, as though a shadow had swept over them. She scoffed and walked back into her room without saying another word. I didn't take it personally. Someone as proud as Yvette wasn't going to give me the time of day after my dismissive tone. I looked at the bowl of untouched oatmeal—it was too clumpy. Yvette was always picky, especially when she was sick. So, I borrowed a pot from the hotel and made a fresh batch. This time, the o