Secretary’s Secret Lover by Zayla Quinn
Chapter 114

Secretary's Secret Lover By Zayla Quinn Chapter 114 Go With Another Man

"Lance, don't go too far!"

Yvette really felt that Lance had gone too far.

Yvette had told Charlie to keep a distance, but in the end, Charlie still had to suffer an unexpected disaster

because of her.

If she did not stop Lance, would she have to watch Charlie being beaten?

Lance stared at Yvette coldly and said disdainfully, "Am I bullying him, or is he a coward?"

A man who couldn't even endure a punch was trash in his eyes. Lance didn't know why Yvette protected the piece of trash.

Lance wondered if Yvette was blind.

"Charlie, let's go."

Yvette squatted down to help Charlie, ignoring Lance.

Anyway, Yvette was already used to Lance having no reason to convict her, and she could not reason with.

him.

"You can't go!"

Lance reached out and grabbed Yvette, and his strength was as strong as a pair of iron pincers.

"Yvette, do you still know how shameless you are? I am still here, and you are going to go with another man?"

At this moment, Lance's face was livid with anger. Thinking of the scene that Yvette and Charlie chatted happily and protected each other, Lance wished that he could lock Yvette up with chains.

"Are you unable to live without a man?" Lance asked in a disgusted tone.

Those insulting words made Yvette's heart twitch.

Yvette opened her mouth, but she still felt that she could not breathe.

This man could easily destroy her pride and hurt her heart.

Yvette trembled with anger. She tried her best to turn her wrist, trying to break free from his grasp, but she

failed.

Her eyes were red, and she looked at him coldly. "Let me go!"

Lance's chest was now filled with jealousy, and it was impossible for him to tell whether his words were hurtful or not.

"Let you go? Then, you get hooked up with another man, right? No! You dream on!"

Pa. A slapping sound came.

Yvette raised her other hand which was not restrained and gave Lance a slap.

It fell silent because of the sudden slap.

Tears rolled down Yvette's cheeks.

"Since I am shameless, dirty, and cheap in your eyes, why do you, a noble gentleman, keep pestering me?

Why don't you divorce me and ask me to get lost?"

Severe pain came from Lance's face, causing him to be so angry that he lost his mind. His anger swept him over like a huge wave.

But when he saw the tearful face, Lance felt a trace of regret.

Did he inadvertently say so many hurtful words?

Lance reached out to wipe away Yvette's tears and explain that he did not mean it that way, but Charlie spoke at this time.

"Mr. Wolseley, Yvette wants to leave. Don't force her."

Just one sentence dispelled that bit of regret in Lance's heart, leaving sorrows and annoyance.

Lance sneered, "It looks like you guys can't wait to be together."

Yvette heard it, but she acted like she didn't hear him.

Yvette had been hurt many times, and she seemed to be used to the harsh words.

Charlie had a faint smile on his face as he gently said, "Mr. Wolseley, you really misunderstood it. Yvette and I

are just friends, but you shouldn't impose your own will on her like this. No matter what, she has the right to make her own decision."

"Okay, Yvette, think about it over!"

Lance released his hand, and his voice bore a cold warning. He stood still, refusing to take another step.

forward.

Lance had his own pride.

Yvette looked at Lance silently. Her tears had dried. She turned around and left without hesitation.

Lance's face immediately turned dark.

He felt that he had been betrayed, which caused sharp pain in his heart.

Lance clenched his fists so hard that he made cracking sounds. All the anger turned into a sneer. "Alright,

you get lost! If you go, don't even think about returning to my side!"

Yvette was calm. She didn't even look at Lance as she left.

However, before she could take a few steps, she was lifted by a pair of powerful arms.

"Lance! Let go of me!"

Yvette thought, isn't he the one who told me to get lost?

But why did he regret it?

"Lance!" Yvette shouted at Lance angrily, her eyes red with anger.

Lance wore a gloomy face as he carried her and strode towards the ward.

"Let me tell you, as long as you are still my wife, I will not let you go."

His tone was domineering and cold, without any room for negotiation.

Yvette was so angry that she opened her mouth and bit his shoulder. The pain did not stop the man's footsteps at all.

Lance gritted his teeth and warned, "You can bite, and I have a way to punish you later!”

Soon, Yvette knew what method he was talking about.

The door of the ward was locked by Lance.

There was a "click" sound, and it sounded particularly loud.

Yvette looked at him warily. "Why did you lock the door?"

"To keep you being good."

Lance said as he threw her onto the bed. He stretched out his hand and loosened his tie. He tied her wrists

tightly and tied them to the railing of the bed.

Before Yvette could react, Lance had bent down, pressed her on the bed, and kissed her with all his might.

Yvette's face turned gloomy for a second, and she subconsciously turned her face away. However, Lance stretched out his hand and forcefully pulled her over.

He grabbed her chin with red fingerprints on his handsome face. He threatened coldly, "If you don't want anything to happen to the child in your belly, don't struggle!"

"Lance, you are not a man! You only know how to threaten women." Yvette almost cried from anger.

Lance's hand that was unbuttoning her buttons paused for a moment before he suddenly smiled. "I am not a

man? Yvette, how many times do you need me to prove it to you?"

Yvette was not as thick-skinned as him, nor as shameless as he was. She only felt extremely ashamed and

angry.

Yvette stretched out her foot and kicked him hard. Her lips opened and closed as she scolded, "Lance, you

bastard!"

Lance was not angry. He leaned over and used his long legs to suppress the struggling woman. He smiled coldly, "Since you don't know, then I will prove to you that I am a man."

The two caused a lot of noise in the room, completely unaware of how the person standing outside the ward

was listening to all of this.

Charlie stood at the door of the ward. He seemed to be able to see the inside through the door. Charlie thought that the man rose and fell on the woman's slender and fair body. Charlie couldn't keep a gentle smile anymore. With a mocking smile, he turned around and left.

Two hours later.

Yvette's delicate face was dyed with a trace of rosy color. Although her hands had been untied, she could not

raise her hands up.

Lance's ironed and tidy shirt was already wrinkled. Seeing that Yvette's clothes were torn off, Lance took out

a shirt from the wardrobe and threw it to her.

"Put it on. I'll get Frankie to bring the clothes over later."

Yvette didn't want to wear his shirt. She angrily threw the shirt on him and scolded him with a red face, "You

bastard!"

If not for him, how could she have no clothes to wear?

After having sex with Yvette, Lance was not as angry as before, and his cold eyes narrowed. "Do you only

know how to scold me like this?"

Yvette glared at him fiercely. In her daily life, she would never abuse anyone.

She only knew the word "bastard" to abuse the brazen man..

"Learn more dirty words. When you scold me on the bed, I will prefer to listen to more dirty words," Lance

tidied up his clothes and said.

Yvette was mad with anger and her eyes were red. "Who wants to sleep with you?"

Lance narrowed his eyes and leaned over to grab her face. "Then who else do you want to sleep with?"