Secretary’s Secret Lover by Zayla Quinn novel Chapter 262

Chapter 262 Shouldn’t You Give Me a Child Too?

Yvette’s heart skipped a beat.

The phone fell to the ground with a thud.

Lance walked in barefoot. His pair of long legs were firm and solid, and his abdominal muscles were strong

and beautiful.

He bent down to pick up the phone and handed it to Yvette, saying, “Try 82282222.”

Yvette froze.

August, 22nd.

It was the date when they got married.

She was stiff and did not dare to move. The phone in her hand began to burn. The screen was bright, so he could see the words she had typed.

He read her text word by word.

“Mr. Wolseley, I am locked up by Lance. Can you help me out? Yvette.”

Lance smiled gently and said coldly, “You are asking Marcus for help?”

Lance looked calm, but in reality, he was simmering with anger.

Sure enough, she still wanted to escape.

The thought made him agitated, and he was losing control.

His eyes narrowed, and he pinched her chin, pressing her against the wall. He snarled, “You like to seduce Marcus so much. When he saves you, how do you plan to repay him?”

Yvette’s face was pale, and she said loudly, “You shouldn’t stop me from going out. Even if we are husband and wife, you have no right to take away my freedom.”

Lance’s handsome face instantly became as gloomy as a rainstorm.

“Yvette, are you telling me what I should do?” he asked with a cold smile.

“Then shouldn’t you give birth to a child for me?” he asked and gripped her tightly.

Yvette froze for a second and felt it inconceivable.

She thought of the child they had lost.

That child was like a thorn, deeply embedded in her flesh and blood. She couldn’t pull it out, and from time to time, it would give her intense pain.

She was indignant and shouted, “Dream on!”

She absolutely did not want to experience that kind of pain again.

She said word by word, “I can’t give birth to a child for you!”

She didn’t want the child in her womb to have anything to do with him.

It was her baby!

“It is up to me.”

The man’s handsome face was covered with cold frost. He pulled the tie on the washing table and tied her two

small hands to the towel rack on the wall.

Yvette’s face was pale, and she said with a trembling voice, “Lance, what are you doing?”

The man’s large palm grabbed the back of her head, and he coldly stared at her. He smiled faintly. “Practice to give you my child.”

“Oh…”

She couldn’t speak, and Lance once again used a unique method to punish her.

He didn’t enter her, but it made her so angry and ashamed that she wanted to faint.

She was in a mess, hugging her knees as she sat on the floor of the bathroom, shivering.

Mary said helplessly, “You and he are like enemies. You like each other. Why must it be like this?”