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

been almost a month.

always been ascetic. And it wasn’t that

Lance had no interest at all.

time, Lance also thought that

sleeping with Yvette,

it was that the desires were

was thinking, only that he was getting further and further over the

struggle was nothing to the strong

something on the washstand and

“Boom!”

sound rang out.

blood dripped down from Lance’s temple, flowing to the corner of his eye. Even the end of

eye was red.

Yvette was stunned.

looked at her hand and never expected that she would pick

a little more strength, she could have smashed Lance

death.

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

had never expected this to

and stared at Yvette for a moment

two of them had been together for two

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

unbearable to her.

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

sobs, tears

was deathly silent.

Lance’s stone–cold heart, and he became even more

did not know that there was someone else

if Yvette’s affection in the past

but it

signed the divorce agreement so quickly. It turned out to

lover was back.

give way to them now and let Yvette be with another

never let this happen!

the crystal ornament from Yvette’s

against the wall

“Clank!”

sound, the crystal scattered and flew

chin was firmly gripped by him. Lance’s

again, I will make him disappear in New

say!”

the door and

knees as she looked forward in a daze. Tears fell down

pain in her stomach came again. Yvette covered her stomach with her hand to relieve it.

opened with

help Yvette and said in a panic, “Why is there blood? Mrs. Wolseley, where are you injured?”

her head. “It’s not mine.”

a pause, “Mrs. Wolseley, let

rest.”

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

you, Mary. I am good. I

Mrs.

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

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255