"Yvonne, it's getting late, we've been out for too long. It's time to go home." Lily Shaw, holding Yvonne Sutton's hand who was still visibly excited, walked towards Roy Thompson. She had spent too long here tonight and didn't want to argue with those women anymore; she missed the man at home.
Yvonne Sutton quickly took out her phone to check the time, it was half past nine in the evening. She looked at the back of Lily Shaw's head with some surprise and couldn't help but comment: "Young Madam, Eldest Young Master Grant... is overly strict with you."
In Yvonne Sutton's view, Lily Shaw's lips curled up into a gentle smile, her expression tender, her eyes full of lingering affection: "Yvonne, he's not being strict with me, he's concerned about me."
Yvonne Sutton couldn't help but be amazed; Eldest Young Master Grant's possessiveness was so strong that most people would only find him overbearing and forceful.
