Secretary’s Secret Lover by Zayla Quinn
Chapter 155

Secretary's Secret Lover By Zayla Quinn Chapter 155 I Don't Want You

When Yvette saw who it was, her expression immediately turned cold. She pretended not to see the person

and went upstairs.

The man blocked her way with his hands in his pockets, like a sculpture.

"Who was the person who sent you back just now?" Lance asked with an unhappy expression.

"It has nothing to do with you," Yvette said coldly.

Lance choked for a moment, but considering she was still angry, he changed the topic.

"Why did you move?"

Yvette was a little speechless when hearing his question. She directly bypassed him and wanted to go.

upstairs.

However, he reached out to hold her wrist. He seemed to be trying to suppress his anger, yet he still said coldly, "Let's have a talk."

Because of his touch, Yvette thought of what happened last night and suddenly stiffened.

"Let go of me," she said, trying to resist.

Lance felt his chest tighten, but he still let her go. He blocked the door and didn't let her go up.

He said in a low voice, "Yvette, you can move. But can't you tell me?"

"Why should I tell you?"

Yvette felt puzzled and angry that he could replace her anywhere she moved to.

She took out her phone, opened the photo album, and showed it to Lance's face. "Mr. Wolseley, do you recognize the divorce certificate?" she sneered. Immediately, Lance's face darkened.

Who would have thought that she would keep the divorce certificate's photo in her cell phone and use it to

remind him at any time?

She was cold and cruel as Lance thought.

Lance felt a pain in his heart. He looked at her and said, "Yvette, don't be like this."

"Mr. Wolseley, please don't be like this." Yvette said "please", which made it sound even more distant.

"We have already divorced. I don't know why Mr. Wolseley is still harassing me like this. Is it very interesting?

Or is the Wolseley Group going to close down? That's why you're so idle?" Lance was speechless, and he opened his mouth but could not say anything. Yvette turned around and went upstairs. Lance followed closely behind.

Yvette stopped and glared at him. "You are not allowed to follow me."

Lance only looked at her and made up his mind.

The elevator doors opened, and Yvette stood in. Her eyes met the man's narrowed slanted eyes. She warned.

"If you follow me again, I'll call the police."

Then, she pressed the button to close the doors without hesitation.

The moment the elevator doors were about to close, a hand pressed in. The elevator doors clamped the hand slightly and opened again.

Lance's handsome face was cold. He stepped in. Without waiting for Yvette to speak, he reached out and held her face. He pressed her against the wall and kissed her fiercely. Yvette's lips were soft, and Lance held her slender waist tightly. Afraid that the wall was cold, he held her back with his palm and distanced her from the wall.

This also forced her face to raise higher, making it easier for his lips to kiss her deeply.

Yvette wanted to dodge, but she couldn't. She was kissed by him several times.

"Ding."

The elevator doors suddenly opened.

It was an old lady outside. When she saw the two of them, she looked away and said, "Young couple, you

can't go home and do it? There are surveillance cameras in the elevator."

Yvette suddenly sobered up and pushed him hard. Only then did the pressure on her lips loosen.

As their gazes met, the corners of Lance's lips curled up, carrying a lingering desire. He tightened his arms around her and pressed her against his body. "Your lips and your body, all remember me."

He gave a definite answer.

"What can this prove?" Yvette was still panting and angry.

However, Lance was strong, holding her tightly. She could only press her palms against his chest and try her

best to remain calm.

"You still love me," Lance said with certainty.

"Lance, I don't love you anymore."

"Then I love you. Let me love you." He hugged her tightly and rubbed his head against her neck.

"Yvette, give me another chance. Don't be so heartless to me."

There was a hint of pleading in Lance's tone.

Even someone as arrogant as him lowered his head in this endless torment.

Yvette's eyes were moist. It was not that she was moved, but she felt that it was not worth it.

When she finally heard this sentence, she paid the price with her baby's life.

Who knew how much she longed for that child? She wanted to see the baby babble.

But all of this would never happen.

"It's too late to say that now."

Yvette would not love him again, nor would she give him any chance.

Moreover, did he really love her?

Lance was born with a silver spoon. Did he, who was favored by the world, know what love was?

In this love that he thought he had, there should be more unwillingness.

It was because she was the one who schemed against him and did not love him before he did.

"Not late. As long as you give me a chance, it will never be late."

Yvette said coldly, "Lance, do you like it when others dislike you? I don't love you, and I won't give you another

chance."

Only a stupid person would repeat the same mistake. She didn't want to sink into it again..

To give him the chance to hurt me again?

That unforgettable pain is enough for one time.

Yvette did not want to experience it again for the rest of her life.

Lance listened to her indifferent tone, and his heart tightened. He pressed her shoulder and looked at her

with emotions.

"Yvette, I won't allow it!"

He would not allow her to not love him, and he would never allow it..

Yvette was tired as she was pestered by him, and even her posture looked a little lazy.

"Mr. Wolseley, you shouldn't be like this. Divorce means that we won't disturb each other in the future. Both of us will be happy. With your status, you don't lack women."

"I don't want other women!"

The veins on the back of Lance's hand bulged as he stared at Yvette, trying to replace out the feelings of the past from her eyes.

But there was nothing there.

His heart began to hurt again, and it felt like an icicle was drilling into his heart.

Lance felt that he was about to go crazy. If not for the fact that he still had a trace of rationality, he would

have really imprisoned her.

He opened his mouth and said with difficulty and determination, "I only want you!"

Yvette looked at him and smiled mockingly, "But I don't want you."