Secretary’s Secret Lover by Zayla Quinn

Secretary’s Secret Lover By Zayla Quinn Chapter 145 Win or Lose?

Ellen said, “Do you think Fiona will cry if she sees this photo?”

“How dare you!” Jamie said with hostility.

Ellen smiled and said sarcastically, “It turns out that you also have something to be afraid of. Then why did. you sleep with someone else? Last time in your wardrobe, I heard her sex sounds. Very erotic. Is it that you

can’t satisfy her, or she can’t satisfy you?”

Ellen paused and then said, “Or do you like women like me better?”

Her words were completely improper and carried a hint of contempt toward Fiona.

Jamie scowled. “Don’t mention her. She’s not someone a slut like you can compare to.”

After hearing such words many times, Ellen had become completely indifferent.

“You really know how to play the field. You sleep with so many women a day. You must be tired of living.”

Thinking about how he and Fiona had sex, Ellen felt unprecedented disgust.

Ellen hated Jamie, Fiona, and herself.

The culprit was the man in front of her.

She wanted to do everything she could to break away from him. She did not want to see this man again.

Ellen pulled him to make him sit up and asked, “Do you really love Fiona?”

Jamie had his buttocks on his calves, kneeling like a sinner waiting to be judged.

He hated this position. In the past, he had fought with people abroad. As a newcomer, he suffered and was

forced to kneel like this.

Because he was unwilling, he had his spine broken by someone, and it was still fixed with nails.

“Ellen, do you want to die?” he asked sullenly.

“Answer my question, Ellen insisted.

“Of course, love her,” Jamie answered without hesitation.

“Jamie, why are you still sleeping with me? Your love is so worthless,” Ellen laughed sarcastically.

you is no

see Ellen’s current expression. He guessed that she must

really not think about the

are? Have I ever treated

a tool to vent my

“Smack.”

Jamie hard on

was crisp and pleasant

were burning hot. Even when he was living a terrible life abroad,

hide his anger even with his eyes covered. He gritted

The next second.

head was pressed against Jamie’s chest. Hot tears flowed down his hard chest as if to

you so much. What right do you have to

you. I love you. Do you know that you are

stunned. His

exactly was she saying? Did she love

to get lost, yet he couldn’t

times.

held his head, kissed his lips passionately, and confessed her feelings for

tone.

because I love you, but I am so

onto his face and lips. They were wet and

he felt like having a taste

regretful. He should not have

that moment, he could not

No.

that cheap plaything, a dirty whore. He would

his life.

Yes, that was it.

seemed to be

he did not know what expression Ellen, who

were not covered, he would see that there was no emotion

indifferent.

said every sentence as if reciting lines, and she said them

continued, “I hate you, Jamie. I hate you for not

saying this, she threw

a taxi. Her phone was turned off, and she trembled. She

you give me

it. She just put it next to her mouth and smelled

tobacco.

as if her father were giving her strength beside