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

almost a

was with Yvette, Lance had always been ascetic. And

Lance had no interest at all.

that

Lance started sleeping with Yvette, he

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

only that he was getting further and further over the line judging by where his

was nothing to the strong man.

the washstand and smashed it on Lance’s

“Boom!”

muffled sound rang

to the corner of his eye. Even the end of

eye was red.

Yvette was stunned.

her hand and never expected that she would pick up a

edges, if Yvette applied a little more

death.

so scared that her mouth

never expected this

ignored his wound and stared at Yvette for

been together for two years, and they

returned, even the kiss Yvette loved

unbearable to her.

face and ear were all stained with blood, He did not know where the bleeding was, looked especially bad

choked with sobs, tears streaming

was deathly silent.

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

two years, Lance did not know that there was someone

affection in the past was

but it

the divorce agreement so quickly. It

lover was back.

Lance give way to them now

let this happen!

and snatched the crystal ornament from Yvette’s hand. He

the

“Clank!”

crystal scattered and flew in all directions.

was firmly gripped by him. Lance’s

you dare to see him again, I will make him

say!”

the door and

down against the wall, putting her arms around her knees as she looked forward in a daze. Tears fell down uncontrollably.

vague pain in her stomach came again. Yvette covered her stomach with

was opened with

the ground. She hurriedly came over to help Yvette and said

shook her head.

after a pause, “Mrs. Wolseley,

rest.”

upstairs, Mary settled Yvette down and asked, “I just

voice, “Thank you, Mary. I am good. I want to lie

Mrs.

of tonic food and asked me to make them according to the standard procedure of top chefs. It’s

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