Secretary’s Secret Lover by Zayla Quinn

Chapter 70 Call Me Honey

Lance’s voice was full of coldness and harshness.

Yvette paused and felt like turning around and leaving right now.

Yazmin smiled ironically and didn’t speak. She watched Yvette bend down to put the soup on the coffee table

and prepare to go out.

Lance caught a whiff of the perfume. He couldn’t help but look up and saw Yvette who was going out.

Suddenly, a smile appeared on his cold face as he shouted, “Wait a minute.”

Yvette stopped in her tracks.

Lance stood up and said to Yazmin, “I’ve highlighted the key points in the document. Frankie will take you to Mr. Chance. He will help you with it.”

Yazmin still wanted to say something, but Lance had already walked to Yvette and naturally wrapped his arm around her waist. “Honey, why are you here?”

Holding the document, Yazmin froze for a second.

Yvette was originally not used to being so intimate with Lance in front of others, but she noticed Yazmin’s undisguised anger in her eyes. She looked up at Lance with her watery eyes and said softly, “I came here to

see you.”

Yvette’s pure and pretty face was an innate advantage of her. When she acted obedient and tender, no man

could resist that cute side to her.

And neither did Lance. He couldn’t help but kiss her rosy lips.

Yazmin gripped the files tightly and felt her nails sink into her palms while a resentful look showed in her eyes. After a while, she calmed down and said softly, “Lance, I will go out first.”

Lance nodded and said, “Mr. Hyde won’t make things difficult for you anymore. Frankie will arrange

everything for you.”

Hearing what Lance said, Yazmin became happy again. She said sweetly, “Thank you, Lance.”

Then, she walked out of the room proudly and elegantly.

After the door closed, Yvette quickly wiggled out of Lance’s arms and went to open the thermos. Then she

said with a calm and cold voice, “It’s still warm. You can drink it now.”

Feeling the coldness in her voice, Lance narrowed his eyes. “You look a bit unhappy.”

Yvette made no reply. They hadn’t contacted each other for the past three days. She didn’t know that Yazmin had already changed her way to approach Lance and successfully entered the company.

She couldn’t help but think of the images that they discussed work in the same office every day, especially

had

L

and she felt so hurt that

feelings, and she knew that Lance didn’t like anyone to interfere with his work. If she told

Just drink it

With a cold face, he picked the thermos up and drank

thermos, Yvette got up and cleared away while saying, “Then I’ll get out of your

as she was about to leave, her wrist was grabbed by Lance.

his thigh.

his head and bit her lips lightly. “Don’t move,”

now. Her father handed over the business in New York to her, but she can’t handle it now. There is a

with it, I will ask someone else to assist her after these

expressionlessly.

There’s no need to

take the initiative to explain to her, which already meant that he was

front of her.

what she should do

it wasn’t that one could act as if nothing happened as long as

people.

Yazmin really wanted to come, no one could stop

seemed to be burning. She blushed immediately as she pushed him gently trying to

was already too

up, placed her on the wide

shutters slowly rolled

Lance looked at her directly in her eyes. He gently spread her knees apart with his long legs.

the company.” Yvette was

felt a cold feeling on her chest as the white sweater she

Every time his lips touched her skin, Yvette could feel that her skin was burning from his

“Mm…”

nervousness, and she gripped the edge of the table tightly, afraid that she would make another

on the

it’s time to go

glared at him. “Lance… Let go of me.

no trace of nervousness on Lance’s handsome face as he said

now.’

from her for so many days that he couldn’t suppress his desire

with her right

reached out

with tears,

at this moment. She looks

and

grabbed her wrist

know what was going on inside, and he stopped knocking

Lance gradually calmed down and began

a hoarse voice, “Honey, sooner or later, you’ll make