Tonight Her Love Ended novel Chapter 140

She saw Yvette standing there in a skin-tight, bodycon mini skirt. Her long wavy hair cascaded down her back, and a black, low-cut lace top pushed her cleavage into a deep, eye-catching V. It was the kind of outfit designed to make a man's blood boil at a single glance.

Nova stopped in her tracks.

Was this really how Yvette dressed to visit Tristan at the office?

She clearly remembered that when she first started working there, Tristan had enforced a strict, non-negotiable dress code. Everyone—employees and visitors alike—was required to dress with absolute professional decorum before stepping foot on the executive floor.

At the time, she had admired him for it. She thought a man who cared about such meticulous corporate details must be incredibly rational, holding a masterful grip on human nature.

Now, looking at this...

"Here to deliver food?" Yvette noticed her.

Acting entirely like the lady of the house, Yvette offered a sickeningly sweet smile. "I heard from the staff at Clearwater Manor that you're an amazing cook. Perfect timing, I haven't eaten yet. Tristan and I can try it together. If it's good, you should make extra next time so I can eat with him more often."

She extended her hand, waiting for Nova to hand over the containers like a delivery girl.

For a split second, Nova felt the surreal illusion that she was their hired help—or worse, the desperate mistress. Meanwhile, Yvette paraded around like the generous, legitimate wife tolerating the other woman's existence.

Ignoring her completely, Nova sidestepped Yvette and walked straight toward the CEO's office.

Yvette's expression instantly frosted over.

She absolutely hated how Nova had zero sense of boundaries and constantly showed up to harass them.

If it wasn't this, it was begging Tristan for favors, sticking to them like a pathetic leech that refused to be scraped off.

Just two nights ago, on her birthday, Nova had intentionally shown up at the rooftop restaurant just to sicken her.

She hadn't even bothered settling that score yet, and here Nova was again, shamelessly delivering food.

You couldn't beat her away, you couldn't curse her away. Yvette felt second-hand embarrassment from how thick-skinned the woman was.

Without saying a word, Yvette smoothed out her skirt and followed closely behind, ready to intervene if Nova tried anything out of line.

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