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

almost

Yvette, Lance had always been ascetic. And it

had

thought that he

with Yvette,

didn’t need sex, it was that the desires

getting further and further over the line judging by where

nothing to

a panic, Lance fumbled for something on the washstand and smashed it on Lance’s head with her

“Boom!”

muffled sound

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

eye was red.

Yvette was stunned.

her hand and never expected that she would pick up a

little more strength, she

death.

her mouth opened but couldn’t utter a sound.

expected this to happen…

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

been together for

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

become unbearable to her.

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

Yvette choked with sobs,

was deathly

reaction broke Lance’s stone–cold heart, and he became

Lance did not know that there was someone else in Yvette’s

affection in the past was

but it

quickly. It turned out to be because the former

lover was back.

give way to them now and let Yvette be with another

never let this happen!

the crystal ornament from Yvette’s hand. He raised his

it against the wall beside him.

“Clank!”

the crystal scattered and flew in

but her chin was firmly

make

say!”

slammed the door

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

her stomach came again. Yvette covered

was opened with a

came over to help Yvette and said in a panic, “Why is there blood? Mrs.

head. “It’s not

said after a pause, “Mrs. Wolseley, let me help you up and

rest.”

“I just made

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

Mrs.

to make them according to the standard procedure of top chefs. It’s all because

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