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

had always been ascetic.

his side, but Lance had no interest at all.

thought that

since Lance started sleeping with Yvette,

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

was thinking, only that he was getting further and

to

a panic, Lance fumbled for something on the washstand and

“Boom!”

muffled sound rang

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

eye was red.

Yvette was stunned.

looked at her hand and never expected that

if Yvette applied a little more strength, she could have smashed Lance

death.

that her mouth

expected this

ignored his wound and stared at Yvette for a moment before asking in

two of them had been together for two years, and they were incomparably compatible.

returned, even the kiss Yvette loved

unbearable to

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

choked with sobs, tears streaming down her

was deathly silent.

and he became

two years, Lance did not know that there

affection in the

but it

quickly.

lover was back.

way to them now and let Yvette be with another

would never let

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

the wall beside

“Clank!”

the crystal scattered and flew in

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

I will make him disappear

say!”

the door

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

Yvette covered her stomach with

opened with

ground. She hurriedly came over to help Yvette and

shook her head. “It’s

up and said after a pause,

rest.”

upstairs, Mary settled Yvette down and asked, “I

am good. I

Mrs.

and turned back to say, “Mrs. Wolseley, recently, Mr. Wolseley asked someone to 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 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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