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.

her chin and ordered,

was a bit embarrassed with tears in her eyes. Therefore, she hid her

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

overflowed.

she looked just like a rose wet with dew in the night,

the scene

tightened his grip on her chin and kissed her

he blocked the

came like a storm, with him sucking her broken lips fiercely, making her feel even more

reach out her hand at his

did

a slew of questions on her mind, Yvette was

been extremely aggressive when

it from resisting and sank both him and her deep

lips gently. Every move he

anything else.

was resigned to

her. As he pinched her

into a puddle of water and

someone’s phone vibrated, ruining the

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

more deeply

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

pushed hard, but Lance did not

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

kept vibrating, and Yvette turned her gaze away, not wanting to see

was silent for a moment. Then he got up, went to the balcony,

door of the balcony. Yvette could hear soft

voice coming in.

not hear what they were talking about, but she knew he

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

was in pain. But it was not because of the

that her heart was broken

He bent forward to pick up the key on the table. The button on the neckline

was away, his face cold and

her, wanting to say

said, “Dinner is on the table. Go grab

still suffused with the light of saliva that the

cold and seductive.

“Lance Wolseley, don’t go…”

moment Lance turned around, Yvette hugged him tightly from behind while

afraid that

wanted to ask him not to leave her

asking him not to go

she had stood so low, but she wan.. to give it

her way of making a last

told herself that she would only do