Secretary’s Secret Lover by Zayla Quinn novel Chapter 162

Secretary’s Secret Lover By Zayla Quinn Chapter 162 Is It Enough?

In the bathroom, it was unusually quiet.

The sound of the man’s leather shoes falling on the ground was exceptionally clear.

Yvette froze as if the footsteps were beating against her nerves like a drum.

Meanwhile, the man in front of her was not flustered at all and showed no fear.

Yvette clenched her fists and gritted her teeth in anger.

Although she only acted as Charlie’s girlfriend, Lance did not know about this. How could Lance be so calm without a guilty conscience?

But it was not the time to argue with him. No matter who saw her like this, she would feel extremely ashamed.

After thinking about it, Yvette thought only Lance had a way.

Yvette raised her face with her beautiful eyes, pleading.

Lance got it and silently mouthed, “Beg me?”

At this moment, his expression was unusually cold. From his expression, Yvette understood what he meant.

He was waiting for her to make a decision and she knew how to please him.

She was used to that.

Bang!

Charlie knocked lightly on the door and asked, “Is there anyone inside?”

In a split second, a chill quickly rushed up to Yvette’s back.

Without time to think more, she was so shocked that she put her arms around the man’s neck. Her legs.

hooked around his thin waist, and her rosy lips bit the place under his Adam’s apple.

She felt that the man’s breathing sound and weird moan were about to be heard.

She was so scared that she quickly blocked his mouth while she subconsciously slid down, almost falling.

Fortunately, she was held by the man’s dry big palm.

Outside.

Charlie was impatient, placed his hand on the door handle, and was about to push it open.

Suddenly, a cleaner came in. She looked at him and said, “Sir, the room is being repaired. You can use

another one.”

After saying that, the cleaner pushed the cart in and politely asked him, “Sir, do you want to take the

bathroom now? If you don’t, I will start to clean it.”

Charlie’s expression was cold.

Although there was a gap under the compartment, he could not squat down in front of people to check

inside.

He suppressed the discomfort and could only leave.

The cleaner began to clean the place, sucking the dust and dragging the floor with a buzzing sound.

Yvette finally breathed a sigh of relief and her body softened.

She did not want to hang on Lance for a second. When she was about to get down, the man touched her butt and pressed her against the door.

His eyes turned cold. “You want to run after using me?”

Yvette said, “When did I use you? It was a cleaner who came in just now.”

Bang!

Lance slammed his fist on the door, making a deafening sound.

Yvette suddenly paused, her eyes wide open in shock.

There was a cleaner outside.

Is he crazy? wondered Yvette.

The next second, she found that the cleaner seemed to have not heard it.

It was obviously a loud sound, but the cleaner pretended not to hear it, which could only prove that Lance gave some order to her in advance.