Secretary’s Secret Lover by Zayla Quinn

Chapter 285 I Wanna Kick Him to Death

Lance didn’t care at all. He picked Yvette up by the waist and placed her back on the bed.

Lance didn’t even care about his wound, allowing the red blood to flow on the creamy white sheets.

Lance looked at her, his eyes lighting up.

The woman who he thought “died” five years ago. The woman who appeared in his dreams every night was in front of his

eyes.

“Yvette…”

Lance’s tall and slender body was suppressing her. She was trapped in his arms tightly. He called her name one by one in a tender and loving tone.

The closer he got, the more Lance felt her temperature and her fragrance. Her true existence felt quite different from when she was a piece of memory in his dream. Lance always woke up at midnight when he dreamed of her.

Yvette watched as Lance’s bloody palm caressed her cheek, her eyes, and her lips with strong affection.

The look in his eyes gradually changed from soft and tender to fierce. Lance’s lips were about to approach hers.

Yvette slapped Lance’s face mercilessly.

“Don’t touch me! Bastard!”

Her heavy slap left five red fingerprints on Lance’s face. There wasn’t any affection. She did it to purely vent her anger.

Lance didn’t feel any pain, nor did he care. His eyes flickered with desire.

“Honey, why can’t I touch you? You’re my wife.”

“I’m not!”

“You!” Lance buried his face into Yvette’s neck and bit the fair skin.

Yvette kicked her legs and shook her head, trying to dodge.

“I don’t know you. You’ve found the wrong person.”

Lance could have easily found that there was something wrong with Yvette.

She resisted because she really didn’t know him. She really regarded him as a stranger.

But Lance failed, or he didn’t want to admit it.

He crazily wanted her and possessed her body. This was the only way to prevent her from disappearing.

Only then could Lance prove that he wasn’t dreaming.

Lance bent down slightly and propped his elbows on both sides of her body. Suppressing his desire, he said in a hoarse voice, “It’s been too long since we’ve slept. Let me help you remember, okay?”

He kissed her plump earlobe, gently biting and slowly twirling it. He tried to seduce Yvette the way she liked.

“No!”

cried and shouted,

was a

dodging his attacks and moaned. “I don’t want to sleep with you. I have

finally stopped, his handsome face

cried hard, her face turning pale. She repeatedly said, “I

platinum diamond ring on her finger hurt Lance’s

regardless of the pain she

What are you

off, he

He thought of how she had found a husband and even exchanged the ring with

they had

about to go

had been

like

accept the fact that

not appear. She lived

his chest had been struck by a

heart.

fell from Lance’s scarlet eyes

sorrow

was hoarse. “I am your husband. Yvette, if

what he

like a frightened rabbit curling into a ball,

with her red eyes.

Lance didn’t pity her at

mind but

You’ll cry harder

said this, Lance pulled her closer forcefully with his hands and

her earlobe as if

was repeatedly rubbed by him. Her tears flowed out

was suddenly taken to bed

She was deeply desperate.

“Bang!”

door was kicked

off the bed and pressed him to

turn the situation around. Lance used his knees to seal that man’s neck,

saw the man on

on the

A muffled

off

on the ground. With the solid material, it

heart

like a slow motion in the movie. His handsome

but it was all because of that man. She ran out of bed in a panic and suddenly pushed

being struck by lightning. Disheartened, Lance

pulled up the man on the ground, her

Marlon… Are

“I’m fine.”

Marlon had stood up.

time dealing with the four bodyguards outside, and it consumed his energy. Out of worry, he used

be no match for

he saw Yvette’s torn clothes and the kiss marks on her fair skin, Marlon