Secretary’s Secret Lover by Zayla Quinn novel Chapter 42

Secretary’s Secret Lover By Zayla Quinn Chapter 42 There Is Someone Else

Yvette’s back was pressed against the cold bathroom wall, making her at the mercy of Lance,

At that moment, she felt helpless and could only let him do anything to her.

Yvette’s tears were salty and sweet, and when Lance tasted them, he felt tempted.

Lance let go of Yvette reluctantly, his eyes filled with anger, suggesting that he had not enjoyed

himself to the fullest.

Yvette raised her hand and wanted to hit him, but Lance just grabbed her arm.

Blue veins were twitching on Lance’s wrist, and his voice was cold and heavy. “How dare you!”

If Yvette hit him for another man again, Lance couldn’t guarantee that he wouldn’t tear her apart.

Lance’s embrace was so tight that Yvette couldn’t break free. She turned her head in disgust.

As long as she thought about how Lance’s lips had kissed someone else, she felt disgusted.

However, Yvette knew that it was not good for her to confront Lance at this time. She could only soften her tone. “Let me go first.”

Yvette rarely spoke in such a soft voice. Lance agreed and actually let her go.

Yvette did not want to be alone with him for one more second. She turned in disgust to leave.

But the next moment, a strong arm wrapped around her waist, pulling Yvette back to the wall. The distance between the two was extremely close. They almost pressed together.

“I’ve let you go,” Lance said.

There was no reason for him to give Yvette another chance.

Yvette was at a loss for words. She said hatefully, “How can you be so shameless…”

Her words were muffled again.

Lance liked the way Yvette looked when she was angry, which was vivid and energetic.

It was much better than the empty, fake, and well–behaved woman Yvette was in the car today.

This time, Lance was extremely patient. He first started from Yvette’s fair neck. Then he worked his

way to her earlobe, gently nibbling.

Lance’s movements were slow, and he knew each of her sensitive spots. The kissing was more like

torture.

In this regard, Lance was truly an expert in manipulating people.

Every time Lance started the second time, the foreplay would be long and patient. He was waiting for Yvette to beg for mercy.

Yvette leaned against the cold wall, angry, ashamed, and trembling slightly.

Lance’s lips moved to her soft lips, which were very fragrant and sweet. A single taste could make

him fall head over heels.

He really wanted Yvette now.

It had been almost a month.

Before he was with Yvette, Lance had always been ascetic. And it wasn’t that no one had sent women

to his side, but Lance had no interest at all.

For a time, Lance also thought that he really had no sexual desires.

But since Lance started sleeping with Yvette, he became insatiable.

It wasn’t that he didn’t need sex, it was that the desires were too strong.

Yvette had no idea what Lance was thinking, only that he was getting further and further over the line judging by where his hands were.

Her struggle was nothing to the strong man.

In a panic, Lance fumbled for something on the washstand and smashed it on Lance’s head with her eyes closed.

“Boom!”

A muffled sound rang out.

Red blood dripped down from Lance’s temple, flowing to the corner of his eye. Even the end of his

eye was red.

Yvette was stunned.

She looked at her hand and never expected that she would pick up a crystal ornament.

With the sharp edges, if Yvette applied a little more strength, she could have smashed Lance to

death.

Yvette was so scared that her mouth opened but couldn’t utter a sound.

She had never expected this to happen…

“What do you see in him?” Lance ignored his wound and stared at Yvette for a moment before asking in a terrifyingly cold voice.

The two of them had been together for two years, and they were incomparably compatible.

But now that Charlie had returned, even the kiss Yvette loved to pester Lance for the most before

had become unbearable to her.

Lance’s left face and ear were all stained with blood, He did not know where the bleeding was, looked especially bad anyway.

“I, I…” Yvette choked with sobs, tears streaming down her face.

It was deathly silent.

Yvette’s reaction broke Lance’s stone–cold heart, and he became even more enraged.

For the past two years, Lance did not know that there was someone else in Yvette’s heart.

Lance wondered if Yvette’s affection in the past was all faked.

but it

No wonder Yvette signed the divorce agreement so quickly. It turned out to be because the former

lover was back.

Then should Lance give way to them now and let Yvette be with another man?

He would never let this happen!

Lance reached out and snatched the crystal ornament from Yvette’s hand. He raised his arm and

smashed it against the wall beside him.

“Clank!”

With a crisp shattering sound, the crystal scattered and flew in all directions.

Yvette screamed in fear, but her chin was firmly gripped by him. Lance’s eyes were extremely cold.

“Remember, if you dare to see him again, I will make him disappear in New York. I will do what I

say!”

With that, Lance slammed the door and left.

Yvette squatted down against the wall, putting her arms around her knees as she looked forward in a daze. Tears fell down uncontrollably.

The vague pain in her stomach came again. Yvette covered her stomach with her hand to relieve it.

The door was opened with a bang.

Mary was stunned when she saw the mess on the ground. She hurriedly came over to help Yvette and said in a panic, “Why is there blood? Mrs. Wolseley, where are you injured?”

Yvette shook her head. “It’s not mine.”

“Then…” Mary suddenly shut up and said after a pause, “Mrs. Wolseley, let me help you up and

rest.”

When they arrived upstairs, Mary settled Yvette down and asked, “I just made some soup. Wolseley, do you want some?”

Yvette said in a low voice, “Thank you, Mary. I am good. I want to lie down for a while.”

Mrs.

Mary replied, took a few steps, and turned back to say, “Mrs. Wolseley, recently, Mr. Wolseley asked someone to bring back a lot of tonic food and asked me to make them according to the standard procedure of top chefs. It’s all because he cares about your health. Please don’t mind. I just want to say that you were so well together. Think about it, and don’t let some unimportant things

stand in your way.”

“Yes, I understand,” Yvette replied softly.

Mary was also happy that Yvette took her advice. She said, “Mrs. Wolseley, have some rest. Call me if you need anything. There’s food in the kitchen.”

After Mary left, Yvette thought about what she said.

She also missed their old time, but it was all fake.

Lance did not love Yvette at all. He loved someone else.