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 better

took one more look, and

she felt so warm

he had been hugging her to sleep without

hot,” he answered bluntly and flipped over to get out

cup over and said to her, “Drink

tea and smelled ginger, freezing for

“You made it?”

Lance reluctantly agreed.

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

never done this before and had even

for a woman who despised him. He felt angry just thinking

up. It’s not hot.” Lance seemed to

her face was a little

this for anyone

scantly-dressed handsome man was

she was being served by a

cup away. Yvette

was red.

even better

“What’s wrong?” Yvette asked.

“It’s fine.”

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

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

a fake smile and said, “You think too

coldly

she wanted to bite off

be unlucky for caring

must

how could she have slept so soundly, to actually let

relationship where they could sleep in the

calm. She said indifferently, “Mr. Wolseley,

getting late. You should go

her and sneered,

a woman being alone

but she was afraid that he would be narcissistic enough

she was jealous, so she changed to a euphemistic way to

took the wrong

afraid Charlie will misunderstand? He has

with you instead.”

were somewhat harsh,

with him, so she urged with a cold

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

arms.

hot, sticking to Yvette like

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

had nothing to