Secretary’s Secret Lover by Zayla Quinn

Secretary’s Secret Lover By Zayla Quinn Chapter 166 I Am at Your Door

She said softly, “It was not that serious.”

The pain used to be minor. She would be prepared before her period came, so Lance didn’t know.

Moreover, every time it had come, she would hug Lance to sleep. His body was hot like burning charcoal. It had been warm and comfortable.

This time, it came so suddenly that she wasn’t prepared. In addition, due to the poor recuperation from her miscarriage, the pain was especially intense.

She looked down and saw that the cuffs of his shirt seemed to have been stained red by her. Immediately, her face burned a little hot. She pointed at his sleeve and said, “Wash that spot.”

Lance lowered his head and only then did he see that it was a little red.

He was actually a little obsessed with cleanliness, but he did not pay much attention to it. He nodded and said, “I’m going to take a shower.”

Yvette looked at his back, her long eyelashes gently going down.

She knew he was obsessed with cleanliness and would be unhappy if he was a little dirty.

But now, he actually didn’t mind her blood.

Thinking about it, she fell asleep perhaps because of the medicine.

In the middle of the night, Yvette turned over and rubbed her forearm against something.

She was shocked and suddenly opened her eyes. She found that someone was sleeping next to her.

Yvette stretched out her hand and turned on the light at the head of the bed. Her body froze and she blinked. Only then did she confirm that it was Lance who was sleeping next to her.

He seemed to have been woken up by her and stared at her unhappily.

“You…”

Yvette grabbed the quilt and wrapped it around her body. After a long time, she said, “You’re a pervert!”

“Huh?”

It seemed like Lance hadn’t returned to his normal state, and his voice was lazy.

Yvette’s face was as red as an apple as she pointed at him. “Why aren’t you wearing clothes?”

Lance looked down at himself and remembered something. He said righteously, “The clothes are dirty. How do I wear them?”

He even pulled the quilt to the side, revealing his strong and enticing abs.

“It’s so hot.”

“What nonsense are you talking about? It’s December now. Is it hot?”

Lance had a superior head-to-body ratio. His waist and legs looked like they were perfectly designed. He was seductive when he was wearing clothes. But now he was only wearing a pair of boxers.

figure was even better than a

look, and

felt so warm

out he had been hugging her to

answered bluntly and flipped over

a cup over

looked at the tea and

“You made it?”

Lance reluctantly agreed.

and feet were a little cold, so he called Frankie to

never done this before and

who despised him.

not hot.” Lance seemed to be a

it, and her face was

done this for anyone before because

was late at night, and the scantly-dressed handsome man was serving her tea, making her

was being served by

drinking, Lance took the cup away. Yvette then discovered that

was red.

skin was even better than a

“What’s wrong?” Yvette asked.

“It’s fine.”

want to say more. He couldn’t say that he had scalded

door. He suddenly turned his head and looked at her while leaning against the door frame,

smile and said,

coldly and went

wanted to bite off her tongue. What had

for caring about

must

have slept so soundly, to actually let Lance

were not in a relationship where they could sleep in

calm. She

getting late. You should

stared at her and sneered, “Now you know

and a woman being alone

mention his new girlfriend, but she was afraid that

so she changed to a

the

misunderstand? He has spent 500 thousand dollars, but I

with you instead.”

words were somewhat harsh,

time with him, so she urged with a cold face,

pulled the quilt,

arms.

was very hot, sticking to Yvette

of his chest from behind and threatened, “Be more careful. Don’t keep

really had