Secretary’s Secret Lover by Zayla Quinn
Chapter 170

Secretary's Secret Lover By Zayla Quinn Chapter 170 I Have Nothing to Do With Him

Joseph did not dare to resist. After coming down, he used his usual tactics and refused to admit it.

"I never said that. Marcus also knows that I don't like to read books. How could I let you go there and get the

books?"

He turned his back to Marcus and made a face at Yvette.

"Ms. Thiel, you framed me."

In the face of Joseph's sudden betrayal, Yvette did not panic at all and directly waved her phone.

"I just recorded it."

With a swish, Joseph's face changed.

"Damn! You are a vicious woman. You tricked me!"

Yvette said calmly, "If you hadn't wanted to frame me, where would I get the chance to trick you?"

Joseph was furious. He looked at Marcus with a rare look of anticipation. "Marcus, do you believe her?"

Marcus's expression was indifferent and he spoke after a long while.

"Apologize."

Immediately, Joseph looked like a deflated rubber ball. His face fell.

He shouted, "I won't!"

Marcus looked at him quietly and asked, "Then you want to go back to Luxembourg?"

With one sentence, Joseph gave up. He slowly lowered his head.

Marcus turned Joseph to Yvette quickly.

Swoosh.

Joseph didn't stand steadily for a moment.

It didn't hurt.

It was just that it was too embarrassing!

Joseph had just turned eighteen a few days ago, and he thought he was a real man.

He didn't expect to be caught lying.

And in front of the home tutor!

He apologized. Thinking about it, his eyes were about to turn red, and he roared angrily, "I didn't provoke any of you."

Then, he trotted all the way back to his room.

Yvette didn't expect that Marcus would educate Joseph like this. However, when Joseph did this, she also wanted to let him apologize.

It was over, and it had nothing to do with her.

"Mr. Wolseley, if there is nothing else, I will be leaving," Yvette said in a low voice.

Marcus put on his coat and walked in front, saying, "It's on the same way. Let's go together."

Yvette was thinking about how to refuse.

After all, he was the parent of Joseph and also Lance's uncle. She didn't want to be involved with him at

either level.

When she reached the door, his luxurious car had been half-activated.

The window rolled down, and Marcus looked at his watch as if he was in a hurry. He said, "Get in the car."

It seemed that it was really the same way, and it would be unreasonable to refuse again, so Yvette got in the

car.

In the two-seat car, she could only sit in the front passenger seat. After fastening her seat belt, the car sped

up.

While waiting for the red light, Marcus suddenly said, "Is it convenient to talk?"

Yvette was slightly startled and thought that he was going to talk about Joseph.

"How much did you see just now?"

Yvette did not expect him to ask so directly. Her face blushed and she did not know how to answer.

Marcus's voice was calm as usual. He asked this kind of question as if he was saying "the weather was good."

The light in the study room was too bright. She saw the muscles on Marcus's thighs, his excellent abdominal muscles, and below. All.

She saw all of it!

To be honest, he had the right to boast.

However, she couldn't admit this. It was too embarrassing.

"I didn't see it clearly."

After she finished speaking, she felt that something was wrong. Even if she didn't see it clearly, she could still

be considered to have seen it.

Yvette hurriedly modified it and said, "I didn't see anything."

Judging from Marcus's eyes, he obviously didn't believe it, but the green light was on, and he had to start the

car.

9/5

Yvette's ears were hot, and she took the opportunity to add, "Don't worry. In the future, other than Joseph's

room, I won't go anywhere."

Marcus looked ahead and said lightly, "I don't have any women by my side, but I occasionally need to solve my physiological needs."

Yvette was confused. They were not close enough to talk about this topic.

There was no need to explain it to her. She did not want to hear it either.

Yvette did not like things to be ambiguous, so she asked directly, "What do you mean?"

Marcus paused for a moment and explained, "After all, you are Joseph's tutor. It is always right to maintain a

good image."

Yvette looked at him with pure eyes. "Mr. Wolseley, I only care about the student. I don't care about how

parents are. You don't have to care about me."

Students were students, and parents were parents.

This line must be drawn clearly.

Marcus gripped the steering wheel tightly and said in a calm tone, "Joseph is a bit mischievous, but his

nature is not bad. Please kindly be more patient with him."

"Don't worry. I will." Yvette nodded.

"Not only study, but I also want you to take care of his character, Ms. Thiel."

"Of course. I haven't come to thank you for the matter with my grandmother last time. I will seriously teach

Joseph as a way to express my gratitude."

The red light was on and the car stopped.

Marcus turned his head to the side, his eyes obviously observing her. Suddenly, he smiled softly, "You are so distant that I thought you didn't remember me."

Yvette said sincerely, "Yes, I am very grateful to you for what happened at the hospital. I always remember it."

Marcus was not here to ask her to pay him back. He changed the topic and said, "You are not with him now, and you don't have to be so distant."

"What?" Yvette did not expect him to mind this.

After thinking about it, it made sense. After all, they were too polite to each other.

Marcus glanced at her. "Or is it you and Lance..."

When Lance was mentioned, Yvette couldn't help but shiver, and she quickly denied it.

"No, I have nothing to do with him."

Seeing her reaction, Marcus was quite sure that she hadn't gotten over it.

"I did not say that you were related," he replied faintly.

The latter half of the journey was silent.

Yvette turned her head to look at the stars outside the window. The half of her face illuminated by the moonlight became fairer and more tender. Like jelly, it was clear and beautiful.

Marcus glanced sideways and saw such a scene as a painting.

That face gradually overlapped with that in his memory.

He remained calm and slowly retracted his eyes.

When they reached her destination, Yvette got off the car and thanked him politely.

It was just a lift, so she didn't feel too burdened.

After waiting for a while, she saw that Marcus still hadn't left, so she followed his gaze and looked ahead.

She was stunned when she saw him.

A black Maybach stopped at the intersection of the community. The lights of the car were out, like a dormant beast.

Lance leaned against the car, one of his long legs bent and the other straight, his slender fingers holding a cigarette. Seeing Yvette come down, he got up and walked over to her. He was wearing a gray long suit and was handsome and striking. Yvette's heart could not help but beat quickly.

She had clearly done nothing, but she felt a sense of guilt.

Under the dim night, Lance's face was extremely fair. He walked over without saying a word, which was really

a little scary.

Anyway, he was too tall. Standing beside him, Yvette felt the pressure.

Yvette looked calm on the surface, but in her heart, she had the urge to turn around and leave.

But it was too late.

Lance predicted her movements. His arms were long. He suddenly grabbed her shoulders and pulled her into

his embrace.

"Why didn't you call me to pick you up?"

His voice in the night was more pleasant to hear.

Yvette muttered in her heart. She had just said that she had nothing to do with him, and now he appeared.

And he was acting so intimately.

They looked as intimate as a couple.

Lance hugged her and lowered his head slightly to look at Marcus in the car. He greeted politely, "Marcus."

Marcus nodded slightly in response.

Lance said again, "Yve is having a quarrel with me. Since she is teaching Joseph, please take care of her." These words made Yvette's hair stand on end. He had clearly found out what she was doing!

Moreover, it was not a quarrel. They had divorced!

Marcus smiled and said, "Okay."

Then he left.

Lance straightened his body, an obscure smile on his lips.

When he turned around again, the faint smile disappeared.

"Let's go." As he spoke, he walked forward.

Yvette stood rooted to the ground and did not move. Lance turned back to grab her hand. "Waiting for me to

carry you?"

Yvette pulled back her hand and looked at him. "Lance, what are you trying to do?"

Lance stood opposite her. He looked down at her for a moment and suddenly bent down to carry her up.

Yvette's heart trembled. Her small hand grabbed his shirt and she shouted angrily, "Lance!"

"Aren't you asking me what I want to do?"

His thin lips held onto her soft ears, and his voice was hoarse. "Isn't it obvious?"