Secretary’s Secret Lover by Zayla Quinn
Chapter 131

Secretary's Secret Lover By Zayla Quinn Chapter 131 Lance, You Don't Deserve It!

Lance was stunned.

He never thought that Yvette, who had always been soft and kind, would wish him to die!

"Do you hate me so badly?" Lance looked frustrated.

Yvette said in an indifferent tone. "When I was kidnapped, I did hate you. I kept thinking that if you hadn't left me in the parking lot of the hospital, I wouldn't have been kidnapped. But that's not the case. I knew that if you got another chance, you would still choose to save Yazmin."

"No, it's not like that."

Lance was heartbroken and his throat was too tight to speak.

He reached out to touch her forehead, but Yvette dodged him.

She shook her head and mocked, "Don't lie to yourself. You can't let her go."

"Yvette, it's not the fact. I did want to send Yazmin away, but I promised her that I would send her abroad safely. After she has the operation, we will..."

"Lance!"

Yvette interrupted in pain, "You also promised me! You asked me to trust you. You said we would go home together, but what happened?"

Lance's chest was tight as if there was a heavy rock holding him down. The apple in his throat moved up and down, but he seemed to have lost his voice and could not say a word.

"Lance, have you ever experienced your head being pushed against the wall and your internal organs being

crushed?"

Lance's face turned gray. His lips trembled as he said, "Don't say it, don't..."

Yvette pointed at the gauze on her head as if she didn't hear it. She unconsciously trembled as she recalled

that terrible memory.

"They grabbed my head and smashed it against the wall. They stepped on my body with their feet. I felt like my entire body was crushed. I also felt that the baby was leaving me. At that time, I hated you so much. You asked me to trust you! But you once again abandoned me!"

Recalling that scene again, Yvette could still feel the great despair.

She was put into extreme pain every time she thought of losing her baby.

The wound on her heart seemed to be reopened, making her entire body tremble in pain.

Every word Yvette said made Lance feel pain as if he was there.

Especially when she said "trust you", the two words were more like two sharp knives that ruthlessly pierced into Lance's ears, going out and in, giving him a splitting headache.

It was Lance himself who lost her trust.

Lance looked painful, but Yvette was calm.

Because this bit of pain Lance felt now was far less than one-tenth of what she felt at that time.

Yvette looked at Lance and continued, "That day, I did want to trust you.

But this thought made me lose my baby and fall into hell!

You taught me a lesson that one can have a dream, but not a delusion."

Just because she believed his words, she had paid such a painful price.

Lance was overwhelmed by Yvette's words, and he collapsed. His eyes were filled with unspeakable pain. "I'm sorry, Yvette. I'm sorry."

He knew that no matter how many times he apologized, he would not be able to make up for the pain that Yvette had suffered.

But other than saying sorry, what else could he say?

If he had known that the ending was like this, he would never have left her behind no matter what.

"Save it."

The late apology was more disgusting than fake love.

Yvette said lightly, "Now I don't even want to hate you. If you feel the slightest guilt about me, then agree to

divorce. We will never meet again."

Her eyes were calm and unwavering, showing no love or hate.

An unprecedented panic swept over Lance's heart, and his heart twitched violently.

She was not even willing to hate him. Was she really going to be a stranger to him?

No! It should not be like this!

She clearly liked him, and Ellen had also said so.

Lance reached out and held Yvette's arms tightly. He subconsciously said, "Yvette, you like me. Ellen said that you liked me before. Don't give up on this relationship so easily, okay?" Yvette looked at his haggard handsome face and forced out a smile.

"I liked you before, but later I found that I was wrong.

I shouldn't have fought with Yazmin Wei for the first place in your heart.

The punishment for me came so quickly. First, it was Phoebe, then my baby. If this goes on, the next to lose is my own life!"

The last sentence wrenched Lance's heart and he felt pain all over his body.

He ignored Yvette's resistance and held her tightly in his arms. He said in a hoarse voice," I bear responsibility for Yazmin, but I don't love her. The only person I can't let go of is you!" Unfortunately, this regret came too late!

Yvette's heart had become frozen and could no longer be melted.

She could not break free from him so she scolded him in a low voice, "Let me go!"

"No. I won't!"

Lance refused without hesitation. Yvette would probably never turn back once he let her go.

His voice, which had always been indifferent, was now trembling slightly. "This is all my fault. If you want a baby, we can have another baby. You can have as many babies as you want. I will definitely take good care of

you."

Yvette lowered her head and bit down hard on Lance's arm. She was shaking with anger.

How could he dare to mention having a baby?

Yvette tasted the blood but she still gritted her teeth, not relaxing at all. Only when she was exhausted did she let go.

Lance's white shirt was dyed red with blood, but he seemed to not notice it, still tightly hugging Yvette.

Yvette's beautiful eyes were filled with anger. "Lance, you don't deserve it!"

These few words were filled with endless hatred.

Lance felt a stabbing pain in his heart. It was not because she hated him, but because he felt sorry for her. "Yvette, you can do whatever you want, but you are not allowed to divorce."

When he thought that Yvette would disappear from his world, his heart felt like it was being gripped by an invisible hand, and he could not even breathe.

He would not let go. Even if he had to use despicable methods, he would force her to stay by his side.

Yvette did not even want to waste her strength anymore. She just stared at his shoulder and said firmly, "Lance, we will divorce."

"No! We won't!" When Lance said this, he blurted out without hesitation.

Yvette stopped resisting and leaned softly in Lance's arms. Lance thought that she had given in. "Yvette, don't leave me."

You can do whatever you want, but don't leave me.

Yvette did not speak, but Lance was overjoyed. He believed that after a while, she would definitely change her mind.

He hugged her even tighter, but the next second, there was a moist and sticky feeling on his chest, accompanied by a strong smell of blood.

Lance released Yvette and saw that his white shirt was dyed red by the blood from Yvette's broken wound.

Lance was shocked.

His mind suddenly went blank.

The next second...

"Doctor!"

Lance crazily pressed the bell and yelled out of control.