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 now.

almost a month.

had always been ascetic. And it

his side, but Lance had no interest at all.

Lance also thought that he really had

Lance started sleeping with Yvette, he became

it

thinking, only that he was getting further and

nothing to the strong

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

“Boom!”

muffled sound rang

to the corner of his eye.

eye was red.

Yvette was stunned.

hand and never expected that she would pick up a crystal

sharp edges, if Yvette applied a little more

death.

scared that her mouth opened but couldn’t utter

never expected

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

together for two years, and they were incomparably compatible.

Yvette loved to pester Lance for the most

unbearable to

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

with sobs, tears streaming down her face.

deathly silent.

stone–cold heart, and he became even

the past two years, Lance did not know that there was

wondered if Yvette’s affection in the past was all faked.

but it

the divorce agreement so quickly.

lover was back.

now and

let

from Yvette’s hand. He raised

against the

“Clank!”

crisp shattering sound, the crystal scattered and flew in all directions.

in fear, but her chin was firmly gripped by him. Lance’s eyes

see him again, I will make him disappear

say!”

the door

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

covered her stomach with

opened with a

ground. She hurriedly came over to help Yvette and said in a panic, “Why is there blood? Mrs. Wolseley, where are you injured?”

her head. “It’s not

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

rest.”

Mary settled Yvette down and asked, “I just made some soup.

am good.

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

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