Secretary’s Secret Lover by Zayla Quinn novel Chapter 38

Secretary’s Secret Lover By Zayla Quinn Chapter 38 She Doesn’t Care

Tanya did not hear his unusual tone and said, “Yes, it’s my fault today. I took her to the side hall to talk. I didn’t expect that Dad would wake up so early during lunch break…”

Before she finished speaking, Lance suddenly left with a cold face.

Tanya saw that he was heading to the elevator, and her anger eased up a lot.

Fortunately!

It wasn’t completely hopeless.

In the underground garage.

The car was warm, but Yvette felt her whole body cold.

When she thought of the two people hugging each other and saying that they truly loved each other, it was like a slap on her face.

Her marriage which had lasted for 2 years was actually a funny joke.

Her loyalty and love were actually dispensable in Lance’s heart. He didn’t cherish her at all…

Yvette closed her eyes and leaned against the window, thinking nothing of it.

Suddenly, the back door of the car was opened and Lance sat in..

“Are

you tired?” He looked at her pale face and reached out, asking in a concerned tone.

Yvette dodged without thinking.

Lance’s hand was suspended in mid-air. He raised his eyebrows, but in the end, he still held back and

withdrew his hand.

He lowered his voice. “I’m sorry. I misunderstood you about Grandpa.”

Yvette was a little surprised. Only a little.

She knew that the arrogant Lance had never put aside his dignity to apologize, especially to a woman.

As they were close, Yvette could see clearly that Lance’s appearance was clear and distinct. His face, nose,

and lips were so good-looking, and there was not a single place on his body that was not good.

He had a striking temperament. Even when Lance was just sitting there, Yvette still felt as if he was bathing.

in the sunshine, so eye-catching.

Lance still had the face that she used to be obsessed with, but now she felt it both familiar and strange.

Sometimes, he was gentle, but he would also be fierce at times.

She could no longer tell which one was the real Lance.

Lance gulped when he saw Yvette staring blankly, who had an adorable face. He reached out and pinched the

tip of her nose as lightly as before. “What are you thinking about?”

Yvette could not dodge in time, and when she reacted, his hand had already been put down.

She said faintly, “It doesn’t matter.”

In fact, what Yvette really wanted to say was not only such words.

She wanted to tell Lance that no matter how he thought of her, it didn’t matter.

She no longer cared.

Lance’s gaze was deep and serene. “I’ll give you a ride.”

Yvette was about to refuse when Lance’s phone rang.

It was Yazmin.

Lance hesitated for a moment but still answered the phone.

Through the phone, Yazmin’s sad cries were clearly heard.

“Lance, I feel dizzy. It hurts. I’m not feeling well…”

Lance frowned and said coldly, “If you don’t feel well, let the doctor treat you.”

Yazmin was still crying, “Lance, I feel like I’m about to die from pain…”

“I still have something to do. I’ll call you later.” Lance then directly hung up.

Yvette listened expressionlessly. She did not feel that the so-called “something to do” was related to her.

Perhaps Lance really had something urgent to do.

Lance looked at the expressionless Yvette and raised his eyebrows. He would rather see her angry

appearance.

He held her hand and said gently, “Sit in the front.”

Yvette did as he said. She was very tired now and didn’t want to have any unnecessary arguments.

Just as she sat down in the passenger seat, Lance’s phone rang again. This time, it was Lena.

Lance frowned, but he still answered it. Lena said in a panic, “Mr. Wolseley, Ms. Myers has fainted!”

“I’ll be there soon,” Lance said with a serious expression.

After hanging up the phone, he glanced at Yvette and said guiltily, “I’ll handle it and get the driver to send

you.”

“OK,” Yvette answered softly.

She didn’t ask or quarrel.

She was as tender as before.

However, Lance always felt that something was wrong. There was less emotion in Yvette’s tenderness as if

she was facing a stranger.

His eyes darkened, and he said lightly, “Wait for me at home tonight. I have something to tell you.”

Yvette did not react, but Lance had no time to wait and hurriedly left.

As the car drove on, Yvette gently leaned her head against the window, watching the scenery outside fly by.

The clear tears dripped down from the corners of her eyes to the window, making this scene sad and

beautiful.

Loving Lance had brought Yvette much pain….

However, why was it also very painful to decide not to love him?

It was as if her body was going to be torn apart…