Chapter 334

Cecilia's pov I watched Tang carry Yvonne down the stairs, her silk robe trailing behind her like she was a fairy-tale princess being rescued. She kept "accidentally" brushing her fingers against his shoulder. I definitely noticed. The east sitting room didn't look anything like it did last winter.The minimalist white couches from her holiday party were gone. Now it looked like a private boutique: full-length mirrors, a curtained-off changing area, and mannequins modeling evening gowns straight off a runway. I sank into the velvet sofa while Tang gently placed Yvonne next to me. Mission complete, he claimed a corner chair, popped in his earbuds, and vanished into whatever game had his attention today. Ever the professional. Always present, never in the way. Yvonne leaned in, her voice low and smug. "Tang carried me all that way without breaking a sweat. Strong arms, excellent stamina. You noticed, right?" I gave her a look. The kind that said: I know exactly what you're doing. She smil