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.

was even

took one more look, and her face turned

felt so warm

hugging her to sleep

and flipped over

brought a cup over and said to her,

tea and smelled ginger, freezing for a

“You made it?”

Lance reluctantly agreed.

little cold, so he called Frankie to buy materials and made them according to a recipe

never done this before and had even scalded

despised him. He

Lance seemed to be a

it, and her face was

this for anyone

it was late at night, and the scantly-dressed handsome man

being served

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

was red.

even better than a

“What’s wrong?” Yvette asked.

“It’s fine.”

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

suddenly turned his head and looked at her while leaning against

fake smile and

coldly and went

bite off her tongue.

unlucky for caring about

saying must never

she have slept so soundly, to

relationship where they could sleep in

Lance returned, Yvette regained her calm. She said indifferently, “Mr. Wolseley, thank

getting late. You should go

and sneered, “Now you

night, a man and a woman being alone in a room will be

girlfriend, but she was afraid

changed to a euphemistic

the

misunderstand? He has spent 500 thousand

with you instead.”

harsh, making Yvette clench her

with him, so she urged with a cold face, “You should leave

not retreat. Instead, he advanced, pulled the quilt, got on the bed,

arms.

hot, sticking to

his chest from behind and threatened, “Be more careful.

really had