Secretary’s Secret Lover by Zayla Quinn

Chapter 249

Chapter 249 You Are My Wife

Ellen was tightly held in his arms.

The warm tears, like poison, seeped into the man's hard chest bit by bit, infecting the cold-blooded and ruthless heart.

Sadness seemed to be contagious, and Jamie’s heart began to throb faintly.

His slender fingers were clenched until they were pale, and he didn't speak until after a long time.

"I can't let you die. Don’t even think about it."

Ellen did not have the strength to retort. Her weak body made it impossible for her to stay conscious for a long time. Soon, she fell asleep in Jamie's arms.

Moonlight came in from outside the window.

The whole room was covered with a faint layer of whiteness.

Jamie listened to the steady breathing of the little girl in his arms, and the corners of his lips curled up in mockery.

All the words that he could not say were poured out.

"Ellen, I actually want to treat you well again." "Say, do you think I'm a simp, huh?"

He was ruthlessly fooled by this woman over and over again, but he was stuck on her.

He, Jamie, was the most stupid guy in the world.

After the evening class ended at 8:30 pm, Yvette got out and walked towards the subway station.

On the way, her phone vibrated. It was Lance.

"Is the class over?" he asked.

"Yes." "Should I pick you up?"

Yvette was even stunned by his offer. She looked up and saw that they were only a few hundred feet away from the subway station.

"No, thank you. I have already arrived at the subway station." "Are you sure, my wife?" Lance's magnetic voice came from the other side of the line.

The word 'wife' stunned Yvette. Later, she realized that she was his wife again.

It was just a marriage by agreement.

Yvette felt bitter when she remembered that Lance married her because of her grandfather.

It wasn't because she didn't like her grandfather, but it made her feel like a tool.

When she was needed, she would be put to use. When she wasn't, she was like an item that could be discarded.

To Lance, she was dispensable and not important.

long time, Lance asked, "Don't tell me you

was about

will abide by

should show

not be as

no sound

suddenly turned

this time, Yvette heard a woman’s voice on the

asked me

familiar. Yvette thought for a moment

Juliette was

of cold water

soon. The signal is bad,

this in a panic, she hung

In the president's office.

Lance's expression was not good and said, "Sorry, I didn't know you

indifferently, "It's

lunch box on the table and

you forgot to eat after you started working. She

forehead with his hand and rubbed his eyebrows. "Put it down first." "No, you have to eat it. After you eat it, I can fulfill my mission." "What are you doing?" Lance asked as he glanced

she had been back, Juliette had done this sort of thing many

tongue and said, "Hey, you have no conscience. I sent you food out of goodwill, and you still

what my mother means?" "What?" Juliette

wants to make

palpitated. She asked, "What

was as

in your eyes?"

has nothing to do with you. I have feelings for someone." "Are you talking about your ex-wife?" Juliette bit

the time to make it public. He was

continued, "Lance, I feel that your ex-wife does not seem to care about

sentence was like a magnet, drawing the iron thorn in

Heh...

had not seen him for a long

showed how obvious her indifference toward him

felt much more at ease and adjusted her

"Since this is Mrs. Wolseley's intention, why don't you

looked up

still introduce other girls to you. Why don't you use me

frowned, obviously disagreeing

intention towards you. For the time being, I don't want to go on blind dates either. If I help you,

Lance made no comments.

favor you did for me. There's no need to

lunchbox and waved it, saying, "I'll

of the room, the innocent

her as a boy. That was when

that she was a girl,

in her heart, but when she came back, she found that she still could not let him

and stronger, and she became more and

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