Secretary’s Secret Lover by Zayla Quinn
Chapter 106

Secretary's Secret Lover By Zayla Quinn Chapter 106 Insult

The villa was quiet.

Yvette did not see Mary. Usually, Mary should still be up at this time.

She went upstairs, pushed the door open, and entered the room to replace her suitcase.

The curtain was not closed. Moonlight shed in. She did not turn on the light, but when she opened the cabinet door, she found that the suitcase she put in last time was gone.

"Click."

The lights in the room were turned on.

Lance walked over step by step, his handsome eyes looking cold. "What are you looking for?"

Yvette was frightened. She had no idea how long he had been standing there.

She thought, Isn't he at Yazmin's birthday party?

However, no matter where he is, it has nothing to do with me.

"Where is Mary?" she asked.

"What are you looking for?" Lance asked instead of answering.

"My luggage."

"Do you want to leave?"

His tone was calm, like the kind of calm before the storm. In short, he was very strange.

Yvette took a step back and said coldly, "Lance, haven't you already decided?”.

What he said at Yazmin's birthday party was already embarrassing enough for her.

In fact, there was no need for him to do that. She could take the hint.

Lance looked at her silently.

Yvette had already calmed down a lot. She had already cried in the car. She knew she couldn't solve any problems when she was being sentimental.

In the past, she always thought it would be difficult to give up on Lance, but now she felt that she could do it anytime.

He always liked to use the carrot and stick approach. He did it over and over again. She was tired of

it.

Seeing that Lance did not speak, Yvette continued, "Since you've thought it through, let's settle it

peacefully. I still tell you the same thing as I told you before. I don't want anything, but I won't give you the child."

She didn't know which sentence had struck him, but the indifference in Lance's eyes instantly disappeared, and his thin lips were pursed into a straight line.

He stepped over, grabbed her wrist, and pressed her against the door. His voice was cold. "What? Have you found a new man? Tell me who the child's father is. Is it Marcus?" Yvette didn't understand why he mentioned Marcus.

She only talked to Marcus a few times.

Moreover, she had never done anything inappropriate with him. She couldn't understand what was wrong with Lance.

Yvette felt uncomfortable as he pressed against her. She pushed him hard. "Lance, are you crazy? This child is yours. Haven't you got the result?"

Lance looked at her coldly and did not respond.

Yvette suddenly realized that his strange behavior had something to do with the result of the DNA

test.

"Where's the report?" she asked him.

Yvette was unwilling to give up until she saw the report with her own eyes.

Lance looked up with a faint smile. "What's the point of you seeing the report? You know best what you have done. You hooked up with that Charlie and then seduced Marcus. Why did you pretend to be pure and innocent? You also lied to me when we had sex for the first time that night, right? You really make me sick!"

He felt a sharp pain in his brain, and every word he said was extremely insulting.

All kinds of emotions interweaved in Yvette's eyes, and her eyes could not help but turn red.

That hurt look made Lance feel sorry in his heart for a moment.

"Slap!"

Yvette raised her hand and hit Lance in the face.

Five red fingerprints instantly appeared on Lance's handsome face. It could be seen how much strength Yvette used in the slap.

She felt extremely resentful and disgusted. With tears in her eyes, she said, "Lance, you bastard!"

Lance's cheeks were burning hot, and his eyebrows shot up. He reached out and grabbed her chin.

He gritted his teeth and said, "You don't want this hand anymore, right?"

He raised his hand, and the tears in Yvette's eyes rolled down her face. The hot tears landed on his

other hand.

Lance was stunned for a moment, and pain spread from his heart.

The petite face was under his palm, and he suddenly had an absurd idea. He really wanted to kiss her tearful eyes and suck up all the tears. However, in an instant, he gave up the idea.

His face was cold as he dragged her into the bathroom. He pressed her in the bathtub and directly turned on the water in the shower.

The cold water poured down and Yvette was completely drenched. She could not open her eyes she struggled hard.

"What are you doing-"

Before she could finish speaking, she heard a tearing sound. Her clothes were torn off.

and

The buttons were torn apart and he directly stripped off all the clothes she had, leaving her naked.

There was no heater in the bathroom. Yvette was drenched by the water from the shower. Her teeth were chattering. Other than the cold, she felt even more humiliated.

She covered her chest with both hands and trembled. It was hard to tell if it was water or tears on

her face.

She said, "Lance, I hate you!"

Her body was so cold that she seemed to be trembling. Yvette opened her sore eyes and said in a tired voice, "Let's divorce."

She could not hold on any longer. Perhaps, this marriage had been a mistake from the beginning.

It was time to end this mistake.

Yvette raised her head, holding back her tears. Her beautiful eyes were now completely blurred.

For a moment, through her eyes, Lance seemed to see that she was desperate.

He wondered, What is that look?

How could she show such a look after deceiving me?

"Do you want a divorce?"

Lance raised her chin and sneered coldly, "I have the final say when this relationship can end. If you

want to leave, you have to wait until I am tired of playing with you!"

After that, he bent his beautiful fingers and pulled off his tie forcefully. He tied up her hands that were covering her chest and then raised them above her head. He tied her hands to the bar above. His long and slender legs pressed against hers. This posture was extremely humiliating.

Yvette's mind was completely blank. Her legs were in great pain from being pressed down by him, and her hands were hung up, making her unable to think.

"You are a pervert. Let go of me! Get out..."

The man had already lowered his head and kissed her lips.

Yvette was pressed down by him. Lance had completely controlled her. There was nothing she could do but let the man kiss her in whatever way he wanted.

Lance was only satisfied when Yvette's lips became red and swollen. Then he got up and Yvette heard the sound of the belt buckle being unfastened.

Lance took off his wet trousers, his eyes narrowed with cold light. Yvette sensed danger in his breath as he said, "Don't say that I didn't give you a choice. Up or down, which one do you choose?"