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.

really wanted

almost a

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

had

that he really had

with Yvette,

need sex, it was that the desires

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

was nothing to the strong man.

fumbled for something on the washstand and smashed it on Lance’s

“Boom!”

sound rang

down from Lance’s temple, flowing to the corner of his eye.

eye was red.

Yvette was stunned.

looked at her hand and never expected that she would pick

the sharp edges, if Yvette applied a little more strength, she

death.

so scared that her mouth opened but couldn’t utter a

expected

see in him?” Lance ignored his wound and stared at Yvette for a moment before asking in a

had been together for two years, and they

returned, even the kiss Yvette loved

unbearable

blood, He did

with sobs, tears streaming down her face.

deathly silent.

and he became even more

years, Lance did not know that there was someone

wondered if Yvette’s affection in the

but it

wonder Yvette signed the divorce agreement so quickly. It turned

lover was back.

should Lance give way to them now

never let this

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

the wall

“Clank!”

crystal scattered and flew in all directions.

her chin was firmly gripped by him. Lance’s

make him disappear in New York. I

say!”

that, Lance slammed the

arms around her knees as she looked forward in

Yvette covered her stomach with her

door was opened

She hurriedly came over to help Yvette and said in a

shook her head. “It’s not

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

rest.”

upstairs, Mary settled Yvette down and asked, “I just made some soup. Wolseley, do

you, Mary. I am good. I want to lie

Mrs.

asked me to make them according to the standard procedure of top chefs. It’s all because he cares about your health. Please don’t mind. I just want

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