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 Yvette now.

had been almost a month.

Yvette, Lance had always been ascetic.

had no

time, Lance also thought that he really

sleeping with Yvette, he became

he didn’t need sex, it was

only that he was getting further and further over the line

to the

for something on the washstand and

“Boom!”

muffled sound rang out.

to the corner of his eye. Even

eye was red.

Yvette was stunned.

never expected that

a little more strength, she could

death.

so scared that her mouth

expected this

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

been together for two years, and they were incomparably

Yvette

become unbearable to

ear were all stained with blood, He did not know where the bleeding was, looked especially

sobs, tears streaming

deathly silent.

reaction broke Lance’s stone–cold heart, and

years, Lance did not know that there was someone else in

wondered if Yvette’s affection in the past

but it

signed the divorce agreement so quickly. It turned out to

lover was back.

now and

let

ornament from Yvette’s hand. He raised his arm

the

“Clank!”

crisp shattering sound, the crystal scattered

in fear, but her chin was firmly gripped by him. Lance’s

will make him disappear in New York. I will do

say!”

the door

her arms around her knees as she looked forward in a daze.

came again. Yvette covered her stomach

was opened with a

saw the mess on the ground. She hurriedly came over to help Yvette and said in a panic, “Why is there blood? Mrs.

head. “It’s

pause,

rest.”

“I just made some

“Thank you, Mary. I am

Mrs.

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