Secretary’s Secret Lover by Zayla Quinn
Chapter 171

Secretary's Secret Lover By Zayla Quinn Chapter 171 Ninety-Nine White Roses

The next second, he bent down and placed her in the back seat. He did not even have time to close the car door. He bent down, pinched her chin, and kissed her tender lips hard.

Yvette reached out and pulled his shirt tightly. One button was undone, but he did not care. On the contrary, when she opened her mouth angrily, he swallowed the tip of her tongue and sucked hard, causing Yvette's scalp to go numb.

Finally, he released her in satisfaction. Yvette was so angry that she raised her hand but was grabbed by him who looked at her with deep eyes.

"Do you want to be my girl?"

When he said that, Yvette did not even want to hit him.

He seemed to know where her soft spot was, and he knew it every time.

Yvette was very angry, but she was deeply powerless. She hated her relationship with him now.

In her memory, the appearance of Lance gave her the image of light.

In the past, when she approached him and hugged him, it was like hugging the light.

However, this light ruthlessly stabbed her mercilessly.

Now, it was like a stress response. She subconsciously resisted his approach, because it meant hope.

As for the damage brought about by hope, just thinking about it, she felt like she was suffocating.

No one understood what she was trying to avoid, let alone what she was afraid of.

"Lance, what do you want me to do so that you can stop bothering me? Do you really want to have sex with

me? Will you let me go if we have sex?"

Lance's eyes were cold. "What do you mean?"

"What do I mean?" Yvette looked straight at him, her eyes filled with tears. "Didn't you pester me just to have sex with me?"

"Huh?"

"Is it possible that you won't pester me after that? If it is, I..."

"Are you going to take the initiative?" Lance laughed sarcastically.

He was openly humiliating her.

Yvette clenched her fists tightly. She was so sad that she trembled. She still remembered to demand a

guarantee for herself. "You have to write a letter of assurance to me."

Before she could finish her sentence, the man suddenly reached out to hug her. His chin rested on her soft

hair as he said in a low voice, "Can't you be a little more obedient? I'm a little angry."

This change caught her off guard.

Yvette was stunned, completely unable to understand why he was angry.

If he knew her whereabouts, he should know that she and Marcus were innocent.

Marcus just gave her a ride. Why was Lance angry?

Moreover, she was not his girlfriend or his possession.

However, Yvette was too lazy to explain it to him again and again. She reached out and pushed him.

"Get out of the way. I'm going home."

Lance's face stiffened. He had already felt her rejection of him.

"I'll send you back."

Yvette frowned and was about to say something when she heard someone call her.

"Yvette."

Charlie suddenly appeared, holding a handful of white roses in his hand. There were about ninety-nine of

them.

In an instant, the surrounding atmosphere became tense.

Although Yvette did not know why Charlie was holding flowers here, it was undoubtedly a good chance to get

rid of Lance. She did not hesitate and walked towards Charlie.

However, her hand was grabbed by someone. Lance frowned and held Yvette's hand with great strength. He did not speak, but his eyes were stubborn and complicated.

Yvette pried his fingers bit by bit, just like he had done before, and told him firmly, "Mr. Wolseley, we have already divorced. Since we divorced, we are strangers now. Please don't be like this again."

In a few steps, Charlie suddenly spared one hand to hold her hand.

Yvette instantly straightened her body and subconsciously wanted to shake him off.

However, Charlie held her hand very tightly. His slender fingers forcefully squeezed into hers, and their ten fingers were tightly clasped together.

He leaned over and whispered into her ear, "Don't you want to get rid of him? I'll help you."

Yvette felt her heart tighten. She felt a cold and terrifying gaze behind her. It was as if it was cutting open her skin and flesh and penetrating into her heart, and her body couldn't help but tremble.

Charlie held her hand. He didn't care how fierce Lance's gaze was. He just nodded and left with her. Yvette didn't know how she had walked to the door. She only felt that she was moving her foot and hand on

the same side.

Charlie stuffed the flowers into her arms and said, "You should rest early. Call me if you need anything." Charlie seemed to have said something else, but she did not hear it clearly. She nodded before he left.

She did not even know when she had taken the flower.

It was mainly because for so long, apart from Lance, she had never had intimate contact with anyone else.

Even if it was holding hands, in front of Lance, she would feel guilty.

Today, she took the first step. She felt that it was not that difficult though she was indeed very afraid under his oppressive gaze.

When she entered the house, she looked at the flowers in her hand and did not know what to do.

Why did Charlie send her flowers?

However, it was a beautiful bunch of flowers.

No girl didn't like flowers.

She couldn't stand the strong fragrance, but she liked flowers and placed it on the coffee table in the living

room.

At this time, Ellen sent a message to her, saying that she would come over to stay overnight.

Yvette replied with an "OK" and went to take a shower.

After taking a shower, she was drying her hair in the bathroom. But the doorbell rang.

Yvette went to open the door without hesitation and said, "Have you forgotten the password?"

But the person outside was not Ellen, but Lance.

Yvette's mind went blank for a second, and she immediately reached out to close the door.

Lance calmly stretched out his foot to block the door, his eyes sharp and deep. "Do you want everyone to

know?"

Yvette did not dare to block the door.

Anyway, he had a way to come in.

After Lancé came in, he directly closed the door.

Bang!

Yvette shivered.

He didn't take another step forward and just looked at her. His eyes were deep, and the pressure in his eyes

made her feel a little breathless.

Yvette's heart tightened for a while, and she said vigilantly, "What's the matter? We can talk about it

tomorrow."

Lance's voice was very deep. "I haven't finished speaking in the car. I can't sleep."

Yvette was stunned.

Weren't they talking about sex in the car just now? He didn't mean to have her. Did he go back on his word.

now?

After a long while, Yvette had lost her courage, so she didn't dare to say anything about sex.

She immediately pretended to be silly and said, "Didn't you finish just now?"

Lance suddenly pulled her over and pressed her against the wall. His slender and beautiful fingers held her lower jaw, preventing her from dodging at all.

Yvette's back was uncontrollably stiff, and she was extremely nervous.

Against the light, his eyes were as deep as the sea, and his voice was calm as if a storm was coming.

"Not yet! I haven't answered you yet."

"No need, I..."

Suddenly, the man's thin lips pressed down on her.

Yvette opened her eyes wide, but Lance didn't give her time to react. He bit her lips, deprived her of her breath, and forcefully invaded her.

This kiss was different from the past ones.

It carried a sense of plunder.

He wanted an intact her.

Yvette felt that she was going to die from his kiss.

She was out of breath.

The corner of her eyes was red from the kiss, and her body was limp. She was so weak that it made him want

to ravage her even more.

Her mind was muddled, and her chest heaved up and down. She did not forget to ask him, "Are you serious?"

He picked her up and walked into the room, his eyes terrifyingly dark.

"Yes. Give it to me."