Secretary’s Secret Lover by Zayla Quinn

Chapter 315 Draw a Clear Line Between Us

When Lance came out of the police station, he looked down with a deep frown.

“Mr. Wolseley, what’s wrong? Are you feeling unwell?” Frankie asked.

“Get in the car first.” Lance’s thin lips were ghastly pale.

After Lance got into the car, he lay in the back seat. He rubbed his temples with his clean and slender fingers. Clearly, he was in pain.

“I need medicine…”

Frankie was stunned at first. But then, he immediately took out the painkiller from the central control table and put it in the bottle cap. Then, he handed the bottle of water and the pill over.

Lance took the pill and swallowed it expressionlessly. He then stretched out his hand and said, “I need three.”

Frankie hesitated and said, “Mr. Wolseley, Ms. Beckford said that you could only take two pills at a time. This pill is specially made. If you eat too much, it will damage your nerves.”

Lance frowned. “Give me the pill.”

“But…”

Lance frowned more and said unhappily, “How about I let you be Juliette’s assistant?”

“I’m sorry, Mr. Wolseley.”

Frankie knew that he shouldn’t have argued with Lance, so he hurriedly apologized and handed over the medicine.

After Lance ate the pill, he slightly closed his eyes, leaning against the back of the seat.

When Lance thought of the scene of Yvette being held by Stephen just now, his head hurt so much.

The violent emotions made Lance want to cut off Stephen’s hand.

But Lance’s reason told him that he couldn’t do that.

Lance couldn’t do anything that Yvette did not like him to do.

Otherwise, Lance would only push Yvette further and further away.

Lance was too afraid that Yvette would disappear without letting him know again.

Only Lance and Lance’s psychiatrist knew how Lance had been through these five years.

If Lance had not used medicine, he would not have been able to sleep peacefully.

Lance wouldn’t give up.

As long as Yvette was still single, Lance would still have a chance, wouldn’t he?

Even if Yvette really got married one day, Lance thought he might snatch the bride at Yvette’s wedding.

Anyway, Lance didn’t want things to become irreparable.

The car was moving slowly.

Lance frowned and asked, “Is Yvette out?”

“I’m sorry, Mr. Wolseley. I don’t know either.”

just sent Lance to the police

that Lance wouldn’t want to hear any

expression changed slightly. He said coldly, “Check where

“Yes, Mr. Wolseley.”

sweat. He lowered his voice and said, “Mr. Wolseley, Ms. Lynn is still detained in the

raised his eyelids and asked calmly, “What

Ms. Lynn of drugging him. As a result, Ms. Lynn was detained

clenched his fist and said with a

“Yes, Mr. Wolseley.”

around and drove back

hall, Frankie saw

been in for a

know what was going on.

country now, and Stephen’s connections were not in New York. Stephen

his chin. He sneered, “Now, do you

saying this, Lance did not give Stephen a

later, Yvette’s

didn’t do it, so she wouldn’t admit

remembered about that day in

clear, and Yvette’s fingerprints were

Yvette was also confused.

Yvette possibly drug others while the paper bag actually had her fingerprints? That was

this time, the door of the interrogation room was pushed

policeman said, “Ms. Lynn’s

new chapters upload Only On NovelsReads(dot)com Then, Yvette could be bailed out. But before the matter was clear, Yvette still couldn’t

with very

walked outside, another gentleman in a suit walked up

“Hello, are you Ms. Lynn? I am your

at the lawyer who had just helped her and

said, “Ms. Lynn, I am the

was stunned for

was the legal

just misunderstood

no effort to

low male

don’t have

surprise and saw Lance.

moment, Yvette felt very complicated

received the news that Yvette had come out,

in the hall was low. Stephen immediately

made Lance clench his

Yvette

indeed helped her. Yvette thought she still

have to

and magnetic. And it was also very hoarse

his fists behind his

else noticed Lance’s

Lance chuckled with self–mockery.

not expect that one day, he would

Lance thought as long as Yvette did not reject him, it didn’t

Stephen, “Stephen, have you bought me

“Yes.”

Stephen spoke, he took out a folded phone

and clicked on it for a