Secretary’s Secret Lover by Zayla Quinn
Chapter 100

Chapter 100 Break Your Legs if You Run Again

Great?

What did Lance mean?

Lena and Yazmin looked at each other and did not dare to speak. They did not know what Lance.

meant.

The next second, Lance said, "One slap for one word. Lucas, keep an eye on them."

"Lance..."

Yazmin said in fear.

She didn't expect that Lance would choose to protect that bitch. Slapping Lena was the same as slapping her.

If Lena was really beaten today, then Lance wouldn't show any respect to her.

Yazmin would not allow it!

Absolutely not!

With a bang, Lena knelt on the ground and cried for mercy, "Mr. Wolseley, I know I was wrong. I'm

not qualified to teach Ms. Thiel a lesson. Please forgive me..."

"I think you still don't know where you were wrong."

Lance's gaze became colder. "Yvette is my wife. No one is qualified to teach her a lesson!"

He said this indifferently, but his words brought people a lot of pressure.

Yazmin's expression suddenly changed.

She felt that Lance not only said this to Lena. He was also warning her.

She thought, it's all Yvette's fault. Bitch!

She suppressed the hatred in her eyes and said tearfully, "Lance, Lena has been taking care of me

since I was born. She is more than sixty years old. More than one hundred slaps will kill her."

Lance seemed to hear her words, but he didn't take them seriously. He looked straight at Yazmin and said in a cold voice, "Yazmin, I don't think you should still keep her. With someone like her beside you, the reputation of the Myers family will be ruined one day."

Yazmin had complex emotions in her heart, and her face turned gloomy.

She never expected that Lance, who doted on her so much, would say something so ruthless to her.

Did he really not care about her at all?

Lance withdrew his gaze and went forward to hold Yvette's hand. Seeing that her palm was red, he frowned and said, "Didn't I tell you to leave everything to me? Does your hand hurt?"

Yvette didn't know how to answer for a moment. She shook her head and said, "It doesn't hurt."

Lance held Yvette's hand with their fingers interlaced and touched Yvette's head with the other hand. "Let's go home."

"Okay," Yvette answered obediently. A strand of hair fell on her neck, making her skin look fairer.

Lance's Adam's apple rolled, and he reached out to put the hair away. Then they left hand in hand. Behind them, the sound of Lena slapping herself under Lucas' watch was heard. Lance requested Then Lena had to slap her loudly.

For the sake of her son's future, Lena naturally did not dare to cheat. Every slap landed on her face. hard.

Yazmin looked as Lance and Yvette left, her heart in pain.

She did not believe that Lance would really ignore her like this!

"Plop!"

that he must hear the sound.

Yazmin got up from the wheelchair as if she wanted to chase after Lance, but she tripped and fell to the ground, looking very miserable. She cried loudly, "Lance..."

She felt that since she had fallen like this, Lance must feel her pitiful. And he would definitely come

back to hold her..

A few steps away, Lance really stopped.

He glanced at Yvette and released his hand. He said, "Wait a minute."

Then, he quickly walked towards Yazmin.

Yazmin was lying on the ground, with tears in her eyes. And she saw Lance walking toward her.

She knew that her plan worked.

She pressed down the corner of her lips and continued to wail, "Lance, I... I'm in so much pain... so much pain..."

In order to make it look real, she really fell just now. Now, her elbow was scratched and bleeding.

She looked miserable.

Lance squatted down and picked her up without hesitation. He told Lucas, "Open the door." Yazmin held Lance's neck tightly and smiled at Yvette, who was standing behind her.

Yazmin was telling Yvette with a contemptuous look that Yvette would never beat her in this life.

Because Lance would never leave her alone.

The wind was very strong outside. Yvette only felt that her warm palm was once again blown cold.

She stood there like an outsider, watching Lance's reluctance to leave Yazmin behind.

She also saw the provocative smile on Yazmin's face when Yazmin was picked up.

She felt that her heart should be like before, broken into pieces and in pain.

But now she felt that she could still bear it.

Maybe it was because she tried her best, or because she was used to Lance's leaving her behind...

No matter which case it was, it should be considered a good thing, right?

She crossed her arms and held her shoulders, giving herself a little warmth. Then she turned to

leave.

When Yvette got home, she went upstairs wearily and found the suitcase she had already packed.

As soon as she pulled up the lever, she was held tightly by a big hand.

Then, her waist was also held tightly from behind.

"Where do you want to go?"

Lance's low voice sounded above her head. Yvette was stunned.

Didn't he go with Yazmin?

Lance held her waist and turned her around. They stood there face-to-face. And Yvette could see a dangerous light in Lance's eyes.

"It seems that I have to buy a chain and tie it to you!"

Otherwise, she would run away when he wasn't with her.

His possessiveness was strong, and he didn't hide it.

Yvette subconsciously took a step back and looked at him with clear eyes.

"What the servant said is true. I said all those things. If you can't bear it, you can go and coax her

now."

She did not like to lie, so she told the truth about what she had done.

If Lance wanted to punish her because of this, she would accept it.

Lance's eyes were deep and cold. It was hard to tell what he was thinking.

Yvette put her hand on her suitcase again since he didn't reply to her. The feeling of waiting for a

verdict was really torturous.

She wanted to leave, but just as she moved...

Lance suddenly exerted force and tightened his grip on her lower jaw. He pulled her toward him and lowered his head to kiss her lips.

Yvette almost couldn't breathe as he kissed her so hard.

His kiss was always fierce and ruthless, just like his style of having sex with her. She was always under his control during sex.

She couldn't take it anymore, and her face was red. She tried hard to push him away.

"Is this enough?" Lance let her go, and he curled his lips.

"What?" Yvette did not know what he meant for a while.

"Is this answer enough?"

His voice was magnetic, clear, and a little hoarse, quite pleasant to hear.

Yvette was in a trance. Then she blushed. She was a little shy now, though she seldom got shy.

Lance's slanted eyes were filled with smiles. He continued to hold her wrists and pressed her

against the door, wanting to continue what he planned to do just now.

Before the kiss fell, he said, "If you run again, I'll break your legs."

"Oh... no..."

Yvette's soft lips were totally under Lance's control. As they kissed, Yvette could only make some

moaning sounds. She couldn't say anything.

After a long time, the long and romantic kiss ended.

Yvette's clothes went loose at the neck part because of the passionate kiss just now. Her fair skin was exposed, and hickeys could be seen.

She looked even more bashful.

Desire appeared in Lance's eyes bit by bit.

He bent down slightly and picked her up. He took a step back and sat on the bed. But he didn't put

Yvette down.

In this position, they were at each other's eye level. If Lance opened his mouth, he could bite her

earlobe.

When his lips touched her earlobe, Yvette recalled the kiss just now. The desire for him arose in her

heart.

She tightly grabbed his shirt to keep a distance from him. There was panic in her eyes.

However, Lance realized what she wanted to do first. He pressed her neck and pulled her closer to

him.

The moment Yvette turned her face away, Lance kissed the flesh on her neck under her earlobe and sucked hard. Then he bumped her with his chest once, as if to punish her.

This move made Yvette's cheeks turn red, but she did not dare to lean back. She could only hold

Lance's neck to support herself.

"Buzz!"

The vibration of the phone broke the romantic atmosphere.

Lance frowned, not wanting to answer the call.

Yvette, however, saw that it was a call from Lucas. She reminded him, "It's Lucas."

Lance frowned. He answered the call and heard Lucas' panicked voice.

"Mr. Wolseley, Ms. Myers passed out."