Secretary’s Secret Lover by Zayla Quinn

Secretary’s Secret Lover By Zayla Quinn Chapter 9 Why Is He Kissing Her?

Lance frowned, reminding Yvette of the dream she had in the daytime.

In the dream, he was cold as he was now as he told her to abort the baby.

Her heart pounded as she explained, “I might have eaten something bad. Let me grab some rest, and then I will be all right.”

Lance frowned. It was hard to tell if he was suspicious.

In her nervousness, she bit her lip and shouted, “It hurts.”

Lance unfolded her palm. In her fair-skinned and tender palm, there were a few scratches, which were

shocking.

He frowned. “You didn’t dress the wounds?”

Yvette didn’t know there were scratches on her palm. She should have had the scratches when she fell in the daytime. Then at the thought of what happened back then, Yvette was low again.

Noticing she was pale, Lance carried her up by the waist and placed her on the sofa. Then he brought the

medicine box over.

Half kneeling, Lance cleaned her wounds gently.

“You should have dodged me.”

Yvette was speechless, thinking, he, who shoved me, is blaming me for my fall!

And he is saying it very righteously.

Lance took the alcohol wipes and wiped the wounds gently. The way he looked down struck people as sweet.

It was just something everyone would do. And yet he managed to make people mesmerized by him

effortlessly.

The stinging pain caused by the alcohol reduced Yvette to tears. She bit her lips, thinking, I should toughen myself up a bit. Those are just minor injuries.

But for some reason, she wanted to cry.

Therefore, Yvette bit her lower lip tightly so as to fight back the tears.

Right now, she wanted to ask Lance badly whether he had ever loved her or not.

But then again, she was concerned about getting an unacceptable answer.

Lance looked up and saw that her lips were broken due to her bite. The bright red blood lit up Yvette’s face,

making her look dazzling.

chin and ordered,

tears in her eyes. Therefore, she hid

voice sounded muffled. Meanwhile, the tip of her nose was red,

overflowed.

like a rose wet with dew in the night,

found the scene

on

blocked the light in front

a storm, with him sucking her broken lips fiercely, making her feel

pounding. Yvette hurried to reach out her hand at his chest and

annoyed. Why did he kiss

of questions on her mind,

been extremely aggressive when he

grabbed her hand to stop it from resisting and sank both him and her

of her lips gently. Every move he made,

anything else.

was resigned to

he pinched her chin, he kept biting and sucking her

a puddle of water and making her moan with

that moment, someone’s phone vibrated, ruining the vibe

was Lance’s phone, which was on the table. But Lance did not look at it. Instead, he held her

even more

then she saw Yazmin’s name flashing on the screen of Lance’s phone. Yvette’s body turned cold right away.

pushed hard, but Lance did not

that her body was cooling down, Lance stopped but did not

and Yvette turned her gaze away, not wanting to see

Then he got up, went to the balcony, and answered

of the balcony. Yvette could hear soft sobs from the girl and Lance’s

voice coming in.

could not hear what they were talking about, but she knew he was keeping her

gaze and looked at the wounds on her palm. Despite being

in pain. But it was not because of the wounds. It was

that her heart

up the key on the table. The button on the neckline

was away, his face cold

down at her, wanting to say

the end, he said, “Dinner is on the table. Go grab some rest after

with the light of saliva that the two of them left

cold and seductive.

“Lance Wolseley, don’t go…”

behind while calling him by his full name, her

dare to look at him, afraid that she might not

to ask him not to leave her

to go had used up all her

but she wan.. to give

her way of making a

told herself that she would