Secretary’s Secret Lover by Zayla Quinn

Chapter 9

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.

pinched her chin and

bit embarrassed with tears in her eyes. Therefore, she hid her emotions and said,

pinched, her voice sounded muffled. Meanwhile, the tip

overflowed.

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

the

on

blocked

him sucking her broken lips

out her hand at his chest and push

annoyed. Why did he kiss her

on her mind,

anyway. He had always been extremely aggressive when he

her hand to stop it from resisting and sank both him and her deep into the soft sofa,

of her lips gently. Every move he made,

anything else.

was resigned to

he pinched her chin, he kept biting and sucking

into a puddle of water and making

phone vibrated,

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

her even more deeply and

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

but Lance

cooling down,

Yvette turned her gaze away, not wanting to

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

balcony. Yvette could hear soft

voice coming in.

they were talking about,

wounds on her

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

her heart was

up the key on the

his face cold

down at her, wanting to say

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

of saliva that the two of them left

cold and seductive.

“Lance Wolseley, don’t go…”

around, Yvette hugged him tightly from behind while calling him by his full name, her

to look at him, afraid that she might not have

him not to leave her for

go had

she wan.. to give it a try for the

way of making a last desperate

would only do it

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