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

almost a

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

side, but Lance had

also thought that he really

since Lance started sleeping with Yvette, he became

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

getting further and further

struggle was nothing to the

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

“Boom!”

muffled sound rang out.

flowing to the corner of his eye.

eye was red.

Yvette was stunned.

expected that she would pick up a crystal ornament.

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

death.

was so scared that her mouth

never expected this to happen…

ignored his wound and stared at

them had been together for two years,

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

become unbearable

did not know where the bleeding

sobs, tears

deathly

stone–cold heart, and he became even more enraged.

not know that there was someone else in Yvette’s

if Yvette’s affection in

but it

agreement so quickly. It turned out

lover was back.

should Lance give way to them now and let Yvette be with

let this happen!

snatched the crystal ornament from Yvette’s

it against the wall beside him.

“Clank!”

crisp shattering sound, the crystal scattered and flew

chin was firmly gripped by him. Lance’s eyes were

him again, I will make him disappear in New York. I will

say!”

slammed the door and

against the wall, putting her arms around her knees as she looked

again. Yvette covered her stomach with her hand to relieve

was opened

when she saw the mess on the ground. She hurriedly came over to help Yvette and said

her head. “It’s

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

rest.”

and asked, “I just made some soup.

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

Mrs.

bring back a lot of tonic food and asked me to make them according to the standard procedure of top chefs. It’s all because

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