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

had been almost a month.

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

but Lance had no interest at

thought that he really had no sexual

sleeping with Yvette, he became insatiable.

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

only that he was getting further and further over

nothing to the strong man.

for something on the washstand and smashed it on Lance’s head with

“Boom!”

muffled sound

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

eye was red.

Yvette was stunned.

hand and never expected that she would pick up a crystal ornament.

little more strength,

death.

so scared that her mouth opened but

had never expected this

Lance ignored his wound and stared at Yvette

for two years, and they were

the kiss Yvette loved to pester Lance

become unbearable

with blood, He did not know where the bleeding was,

choked with sobs,

deathly

and he became even more enraged.

Lance did not know that

wondered if Yvette’s affection in the

but it

Yvette signed the divorce agreement so quickly. It

lover was back.

to them now and let Yvette be with another man?

never let

ornament from Yvette’s hand.

against the wall beside him.

“Clank!”

sound, the crystal scattered and flew in all

in fear, but her chin was firmly gripped by

dare to see him again, I will make him disappear in New

say!”

slammed the

squatted down against the wall, putting her arms around her knees as she looked forward in a

pain in her stomach came again. Yvette covered her stomach

door was opened with

she saw the mess on the ground. She hurriedly came over to help Yvette and said in a panic, “Why

head. “It’s not mine.”

after a pause, “Mrs. Wolseley, let me

rest.”

down and asked, “I

am good. I want to lie down for a while.”

Mrs.

lot of tonic food and 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 to say that you were so well together. Think about it, and

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