Secretary’s Secret Lover by Zayla Quinn
Chapter 149

Secretary's Secret Lover By Zayla Quinn Chapter 149 She Wants a Clean Break

Lance was pissed off by her words when he kissed her at first.

He simply wanted to block her mouth.

Yet he changed his mind the moment his lips reached hers.

His body was telling him how much he missed her.

He had the urge to possess her entire body, which was so sweet and soft.

Yvette struggled hard, but her palms were pressed down by him, and she could not move.

She could only tilt her head to avoid his warm lips. Yet Lance reached out and pinched her chin. He continued

to kiss her mercilessly. He kissed her lips and her chin, and he was going down.

Finally, they fell into the back seat of the car together.

"Lance!" Yvette's expression was very sullen.

Yet she was ignored. He pushed his luck and reached out to pull her coat that was in the way.

His movements, however, let go of Yvette's hands. She reached out and slapped him on the face hard.

The crisp sound was so loud in the narrow space.

Yvette thought that he was going to be mad.

However, Lance was not mad at all. He stared at her and asked, "Is that enough? What I am going to do next might deserve more than one slap."

"Are you insane? We got divorced. Now we're strangers both legally and in reality."

Yvette was so furious. No matter what, they had divorced, and he had no right to kiss her as he wanted.

She warned him solemnly, "You are not allowed to kiss me, touch me, or... Understand?"

After saying that, Yvette immediately moved to another side as far away from him as possible.

His body and his touch brought back her memories too easily.

"OK."

Yvette was stunned. Was she hearing things?

Her suspicion made sense. In the next second, he said, "Since you mentioned that we got divorced, then I shall collect my divorce gift."

Yvette failed to react for a moment.

After thinking for a few seconds, she realized that he was referring to the words she said when she forced him to divorce in the hospital. "You are mentally ill," Yvette refused without thinking.

She thought, you and I have divorced already. Why bother?

Lance looked at her. He said in an exceptionally cold voice, "You tricked me into getting a divorce, and it was

also you who said that you would give me a divorce gift. Am I supposed to be fooled by you twice?"

Yvette was shocked at how unreasonable he was.

Meanwhile, he continued, "Give it to me, and I will leave you alone for good."

He deliberately slowed down while talking. It sounded like he was cajoling her.

Yvette didn't say anything.

Her first reaction was that his promise was untrustworthy. The proposal he made was so absurd.

One time was far from enough for Lance, and it was just an excuse he found.

He saw her hesitation and said coldly, "Otherwise, this isn't over. You lied to me after all."

Yvette finally reacted and said angrily, "Bastard!"

She thought, this isn't a negotiation.

This is a pure threat. If I don't say yes, he will continue to haunt me.

Even if I say yes, is he going to leave me alone as he says?

Besides, we weren't divorced then. I was just angry. That was why I tried to anger him.

But he brought this up at this precise moment. The meaning changes. He is humiliating me.

Thinking of this, she had the urge to shed tears, and her voice trembled a little. "Lance, how can you look down on me like this? I offered myself to you after getting drunk that night. That's why you think I'm cheap.

and easy, right?"

Lance looked at her red eyes and was a little flustered.

He thought, when did I ever think that?

I said all those things because I wanted you back.

I'm still angry from the last time in the bar. And today, you told the policeman that you didn't know me. I'm so

pissed off.

That's why I wanted to keep you by my side by all means.

Yet the sight of the tears in her eyes made Lance feel heartbroken. He couldn't stand it.

Lance's voice softened, and he wanted to explain, "That's not what I meant..."

"What do you mean then?"

The more Yvette thought about it, the angrier she became, and she cried.

He went against her will and got handsy. And now he wanted her to sleep with him. Clearly, he was humiliating her.

She simply stopped caring anymore. She said indifferently, "Cut the crap. Come at me. I'm looking forward to seeing how you will retaliate against me!" Lance's expression changed.

Yvette reached out to pull the car door while continuing to provoke him, "Lance, come at me. Try your best to make me suffer till I surrender. Otherwise, I will despise you." Seeing that she was about to get out of the car, Lance reached out to pull her back, but she ruthlessly patted

his hand away.

"Mr. Wolseley, if you are that horny, just send the words out. I'm sure there will be countless women in New York lining up for you to choose from.

"Or is it that you're the nostalgic type?"

Her words ignited Lance's anger.

He thought, am I that horny to you?

Yvette sneered and said bluntly, "What a shame. I'm not the same as you. May I suggest you go and replace

Yazmin? She is an older acquaintance than me, and her performance in bed is better than mine."

Yvette mocked herself as well.

She thought, well, that doesn't matter. Lance looks so pissed off. I'm sure I hurt him more. I guess this is a great deal.

Such a thought actually made her happy.

She pulled the car door open and saw Frankie standing outside with a stack of IOUS in his hand. Yvette's expression slightly changed. "Frankie, do you have a pen and paper?" she asked.

Frankie nodded and took out a pen and paper from his briefcase to give to her. Yvette took them over, placed the paper on the body of the car, and wrote on it non-stop. She finished writing shortly after.

Frankie's expression changed when he saw the letters she put, which were "IOU”.

Frankie thought, this should have been Mr. Wolseley's perfect chance to win Mrs. Wolseley back. How come

he is now her creditor?

Lance knew what Yvette wrote, and he pulled a long face.

There was no red ink paste here. Yvette bit her thumb and gasped in pain.

She put a blood fingerprint on her signature and handed it to Lance. "Mr. Wolseley, I will pay you back as

soon as possible."

Lance looked at the piece of paper, feeling that his face was burning. It hurt more than the slap.

He was aware of the meaning of the paper.

It meant that Yvette wanted a clean break from him.

He thought bitterly, does she really hate me that much?

Yvette was not in the mood to appreciate his expression. What Lance thought was correct. She wanted a

clean break from him indeed.

She would rather owe those villagers money than owe him money.

Yet now, the villagers already had the money, and she could not take it back.

Only she knew that she wasn't that confident in herself. No matter how determined she sounded, she was

still worried that she couldn't be firm enough and would make the same mistake again.

She turned around and wanted to leave, and Lance grabbed her wrist.

His voice was hoarse as he said, "You know this is not what I want..."

"But this is the only thing I have," Yvette smiled.

Her smile was like a knife, stabbing his heart. It didn't hurt, but it made him bitter.

"You are not allowed to leave," he suddenly exerted force, pulled her into his arms, and said in a trembling and

overbearing voice.

Yvette could not break free, so she stepped on him. Then she heard a gentle male voice behind them.

"Yvette."

Lance was distracted. At that moment, Yvette had already left his embrace. Charlie, who rushed here, pulled

her behind him and protected her.