Secretary’s Secret Lover by Zayla Quinn novel Chapter 311

Chapter 311 Don’t Be Angry With Me

Frankie was relieved.

He pressed the button in a second.

He was also a young man with desire. The scene of a handsome man and a beautiful woman hugging and kissing each other was too much for him.

After putting down the partition, Lance pulled off his tie and tied up her hand.

He now more or less understood what Yvette was like after losing her memory.

If they had sex now, Yvette would turn hostile after waking up.

Lance finally decreased Yvette’s disgust for him. He didn’t want all his previous efforts to be wasted.

However, there was another reason for him to do so.

Lance didn’t want other men to see Yvette like this, not even listening to her groan.

Yvette couldn’t move and sobbed pitifully.

Her body was so hot that it was about to explode.

She was so uncomfortable.

Lance coaxed her as if coaxing a child. “It hurts? Just a moment.”

Liar!

Yvette’s mind was in a mess, and she couldn’t speak, but this was all in her mind.

Lance is a liar.

Her body was hotter than before. She felt an indestructible torch in her body, her throat being dry. She was hungry and thirsty.

She was feeling worse.

She snorted unconsciously. She just wanted to touch him. Why was it so difficult?

She was both wronged and angry.

Lance found her a bit funny.

Why did she look so similar to Belle when she pouted?

Belle…

Lance’s eyes became deeper.

He was not a person who could share feelings with others.

But he still liked the child Yvette had with another man.

When he thought of that cute baby, his heart softened.

He even dreamed that he could be a qualified stepfather.

However, he would think of that child….

If his and Yvette’s child were alive, she would be as cute as Belle.

However, all of this was just his fantasy.

The car arrived at the underground parking lot.

Lance held her butt with one hand and let Yvette lean into his arms, deliberately scaring her.

“Don’t move. You will be seen by others.”

Yvette did not know what Lance meant at this time. She just wanted to get close to Lance’s hot body.

She was covered by a long suit.

Her red lips were close to Lance’s cool neck, and she rubbed her head against it.

The smell was familiar and pleasant.

Yvette kept moving on the way to the room.

She kept herself busy by pulling open Lance’s buttons and biting his cool skin.

This kind of torture was not something an ordinary man could endure.

Frankie followed behind and reported to Lance, “Professor Icahn will probably arrive in twenty minutes.”

“Okay.”

Lance responded lightly. He wasn’t as calm as usual. His voice was more like a moan that could not be controlled.

It was extremely sexy.

Frankie saw a head moving back and forth under the suit.

He kept thinking about something sexy.

“Ding.”

The elevator doors opened.

After Lance carried Yvette in, he ordered, “Wait for me here.”

“Alright, Mr. Wolseley.”

“The elevator is going up.”

The mechanical voice rang out.