Secretary’s Secret Lover by Zayla Quinn novel Chapter 108

Secretary’s Secret Lover By Zayla Quinn Chapter 108 Fight Back

Yvette was confused.

What did it have to do with Lance whether she ate or not? She would eat, of course. But Lance’s

presence made her lose her appetite.

“Get…”

Before she could say the other word “out”, Yvette’s mouth was captured in a deep kiss.

Yvette could hardly make a sound.

Lance slid his tongue between her lips and tasted her flavor. He was surprisingly gentle, possibly

because he thought of the pain in her mouth.

But even so, it still reminded Yvette of what had happened in the bathroom. She felt so disgusted

that she directly spilled the soup all over Lance.

Lance was scalded by the hot soup. His face darkened when he let go of Yvette.

Just when Yvette thought that Lance was going to get angry again, he calmed himself down and

opened another box of soup. Lance said coldly, “Eat it. Otherwise, I will feed you the same way I did

just now.”

Yvette simply could not understand what he was trying to do.

Yvette thought Lance must have lost his mind.

Finally, Yvette compromised.

Yvette wished that Lance could go out instead of humiliating her.

Yvette lowered her head and slowly ate the soup with her. spoon.

Yvette was in pain. She didn’t know where the skin in her mouth was broken, but it hurt so much.

If Lance wasn’t here, she would have cried in pain, but now she didn’t want to cry in front of him.

If he didn’t love her, her tears would only disgust him.

So Yvette didn’t want to embarrass herself.

Lance washed himself and changed clothes in the bathroom.

When Yvette saw him take the clothes, she was somewhat shocked. The suits he took here filled the whole wardrobe. Was he going to live in the hospital?

After the meal, a nurse came over to clean up.

Yvette wanted to lie down and rest, but Lance suddenly reached for her lips.

Yvette slapped his hand away without hesitation.

Lance’s face darkened in an instant.

“Mr. Wolseley, even if I’m just a tool, I may take a break, right?” Yvette looked at him warily.

If not for the fact that she had worked out a lot, she would have died under torture.

Lance’s expression changed. He took out a napkin and handed it to her, indicating that she should wipe her lips.

Yvette, however, did not take it. She took another one, wiped her mouth, and threw it away.

Lance’s hand was still in the air, and he seemed as if he was goaded beyond endurance. “Yvette, enough is enough.”

Yvette abruptly laughed and replied indifferently, “Well, do you want to do it here now? Come on,

you can do whatever you want to me, but don’t touch my mouth. It still hurts.”

“You!” Lance’s face was purple with rage. In the end, he threw the napkin away and left the ward.

At noon, it was Frankie who brought Yvette lunch.

When he left, Yvette stopped him.

“Did you personally give the report to Mr. Wolseley?”

Frankie was stunned. He did not expect Yvette to ask him about this. He nodded and had already. guessed what was on it.

Lance’s performance made words superfluous.

“Did you personally hand it to him?” Yvette asked again.

Frankie paused for a moment. He recalled that he sent the report to Lance’s office. At that time, Lance was in a meeting, but the meeting ended about ten minutes later.