Secretary’s Secret Lover by Zayla Quinn novel Chapter 112

Secretary’s Secret Lover By Zayla Quinn Chapter 112 Welcome to My Hell

Jamie said angrily, “Ellen, don’t push your luck.”

Jamie was furious. Seeing that, Ellen became happier. “In these three years, you can’t get married. Although I am no paragon of virtue, I will not be a mistress.”

Fiona was obsessed with being Jamie’s bride. Then, she could humiliate Ellen.

Therefore, Ellen wouldn’t allow Fiona to get what she wanted. At the same time, Ellen didn’t want to be a

mistress.

Jamie’s eyes blazed with fury. “Who do you think you are? You have to be my plaything, no matter whether I

get married.”

“Jamie, I am not discussing it with you. Anyway, you won’t let the Robbins family off. If we can’t reach an

agreement…”

Ellen’s voice was soft, but she was solemn. “Let’s fight to the death.”

Jamie suddenly laughed, which was terrifying.

Ellen’s words made him happy.

“Well, I agree,” Jamie said word by word.

Then, he took a step forward and reached out.

Ellen took Jamie’s hand and jumped off the sill into his arms without hesitation.

Jamie threw Ellen onto the bed and pressed her under him. He put his hand on her waist and sneered, “Ellen, you are provoking me. I will make you suffer a lot, and you will regret it.”

Jamie decided to make Ellen experience his hell.

His voice was no longer clear and gentle. It turned cold and gloomy.

“Ms. Robbins, welcome to my hell,” Jamie enunciated each word fiercely.

Ellen only revealed half of her eye, but she was appealing. She twined her arms around Jamie’s neck and smiled charmingly. Her red lips approached his ear. “Jamie, I have been in hell for a long time.”

From the moment he stopped loving her.

From the moment he fell in love with someone else.

From the moment he allowed others to humiliate her.

Ellen was in hell every minute of her life.

The bed let out a repeated and harmonious sound.

Pain and joy intertwined. Ellen was in a trance, feeling she was dying.

However, the feeling in her body made her rejuvenate.

Jamie held Ellen’s chin so that she had to look at him.

His suit was neat and tidy. His buzz cut and the scar on his forehead made him somewhat evil.

“Be attentive.”

Then, Jamie took a bite at Ellen’s neck. There was a hint of madness in his voice.

Ellen smiled. “Jamie, what’s wrong with you? It hurts so much.”

Jamie snorted and did not fall for her trick. He freed up a hand to press the call bell and laughed wildly.

“Do you want to be more excited? I’ll call someone to see what is wrong with me.”

Unexpectedly, Ellen didn’t give in. She held him and said, “Well, you’d better call your fiancée over.”

Blue veins stood out on Jamie’s temples, and his blood boiled. He covered her mouth with his hand fiercely

and cursed, “You stupid little bitch.”

Rat-a-tat.

A nurse knocked on the door urgently.

“Ms. Robbins, what can I do for you?”

No one replied, but some sounds made people blush.

The nurse left with a red face.

Ellen smiled, “Jamie, you are awkward. You have locked the door.”

Jamie was angry, but he had never had a better feeling.

He had to admit that Ellen, who was no longer a doormat, was charming.

Ellen said arrogantly, “Jamie, I will not lose.”