Secretary’s Secret Lover by Zayla Quinn

Chapter 42

Secretary’s Secret Lover By Zayla Quinn Chapter 42 There Is Someone Else

Yvette’s back was pressed against the cold bathroom wall, making her at the mercy of Lance,

At that moment, she felt helpless and could only let him do anything to her.

Yvette’s tears were salty and sweet, and when Lance tasted them, he felt tempted.

Lance let go of Yvette reluctantly, his eyes filled with anger, suggesting that he had not enjoyed

himself to the fullest.

Yvette raised her hand and wanted to hit him, but Lance just grabbed her arm.

Blue veins were twitching on Lance’s wrist, and his voice was cold and heavy. “How dare you!”

If Yvette hit him for another man again, Lance couldn’t guarantee that he wouldn’t tear her apart.

Lance’s embrace was so tight that Yvette couldn’t break free. She turned her head in disgust.

As long as she thought about how Lance’s lips had kissed someone else, she felt disgusted.

However, Yvette knew that it was not good for her to confront Lance at this time. She could only soften her tone. “Let me go first.”

Yvette rarely spoke in such a soft voice. Lance agreed and actually let her go.

Yvette did not want to be alone with him for one more second. She turned in disgust to leave.

But the next moment, a strong arm wrapped around her waist, pulling Yvette back to the wall. The distance between the two was extremely close. They almost pressed together.

“I’ve let you go,” Lance said.

There was no reason for him to give Yvette another chance.

Yvette was at a loss for words. She said hatefully, “How can you be so shameless…”

Her words were muffled again.

Lance liked the way Yvette looked when she was angry, which was vivid and energetic.

It was much better than the empty, fake, and well–behaved woman Yvette was in the car today.

This time, Lance was extremely patient. He first started from Yvette’s fair neck. Then he worked his

way to her earlobe, gently nibbling.

Lance’s movements were slow, and he knew each of her sensitive spots. The kissing was more like

torture.

In this regard, Lance was truly an expert in manipulating people.

Every time Lance started the second time, the foreplay would be long and patient. He was waiting for Yvette to beg for mercy.

Yvette leaned against the cold wall, angry, ashamed, and trembling slightly.

Lance’s lips moved to her soft lips, which were very fragrant and sweet. A single taste could make

him fall head over heels.

wanted Yvette now.

been almost a month.

Yvette, Lance had always been ascetic. And it wasn’t that no one had

Lance had no interest at all.

also thought that he really

with Yvette, he became insatiable.

he didn’t need sex, it was that the desires were too strong.

Lance was thinking, only that he was getting further and further over the line judging by where his hands

struggle was nothing to the strong

and smashed it on Lance’s head with her eyes

“Boom!”

muffled sound

to the corner of his eye. Even the end of his

eye was red.

Yvette was stunned.

never expected that she would pick up a crystal ornament.

a little more

death.

mouth opened but couldn’t utter

had never expected this

wound and stared at Yvette

together for two years, and they were

now that Charlie had returned, even the kiss Yvette loved to pester Lance for the

become unbearable to

left face and ear were all stained with blood, He did not

choked with sobs, tears streaming down

deathly silent.

stone–cold heart, and he became even more

know that there was

wondered if Yvette’s affection in the past was

but it

agreement so quickly. It turned out to be because the

lover was back.

way to them now

would never let

out and snatched the crystal ornament from Yvette’s hand. He raised his arm

it against the wall beside him.

“Clank!”

a crisp shattering sound, the crystal scattered

firmly gripped by him. Lance’s eyes were extremely cold.

see him again, I will make him disappear in New York. I

say!”

slammed the door and

knees as she looked forward in a daze. Tears

covered her stomach with her

was opened with

hurriedly came over to help Yvette

shook her head. “It’s not mine.”

Mary suddenly shut up and said after a pause, “Mrs. Wolseley, let

rest.”

and asked, “I just made some soup. Wolseley, do you want some?”

a low voice, “Thank you, Mary. I am good. I want to lie down

Mrs.

standard procedure of top chefs. It’s all because he cares about

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