Secretary’s Secret Lover by Zayla Quinn
Chapter 172

Secretary's Secret Lover By Zayla Quinn Chapter 172 Do You Want to Gamble?

Before Lance entered the room, he suddenly stopped and looked coldly at the white roses on the coffee table.

He asked, "Do you like flowers very much?"

In his memory, he had never sent flowers to anyone, not even once.

Yvette didn't know what to say and murmured, "It depends."

After saying this, she wanted to bite off her tongue.

Sure enough, Lance's face sank.

In fact, Yvette did not mean to provoke him. Instead, there was a man who often tailed her in college. He would also put a red rose in her bag and book without her knowing.

For a while, Yvette was really afraid. She thought of bad things when she saw roses.

Therefore, when she said that it depended, she did not mean that she liked the roses Charlie sent her.

But Lance did not think so.

Lance made a decision almost in a second. Instead of entering the room, he put Yvette down on the coffee table and pressed her against the tender white roses.

Her back was covered with wet rose dew, which was so cold that it made her tremble.

Yvette grabbed his shirt tightly, not daring to put all her weight on the roses, feeling absurd.

There were so many places. Why did he want to do it here?

"I don't like it here."

When she was nervous, tears welled up in her eyes, and she lay on the petals in panic and helplessness,

giving him the urge to ravage her.

Lance lowered his eyes and did not allow her to refuse. "Let's do it here."

The hard wrapping paper was squeezed and made a gurgling sound. Lance reached out his hand to her back

and untied the packaging of the roses.

The tightly bundled roses immediately loosened, some lying on the table and some scattered on the ground

on both sides of the coffee table.

Yvette was not sure if the coffee table could withstand the weight of the two. She was so nervous that her heart was about to jump out.

She pushed him away and said, "I don't want to do it here. I don't want to do it anymore."

"Then you want me to continue like this?" Lance looked at her with deep eyes.

He stood up without hesitation as if he wanted to stop there.

If not for the fact that somewhere else couldn't be ignored, Yvette would have believed him.

But she didn't want to miss this opportunity that could completely cut their ties off. The bait that Lance threw out was like a sweet red apple, waiting for her to bite it. Yvette really wanted to get out of this predicament. She also knew the relationship between the two. Unless

Lance let go of her, she didn't have the right to separate from him.

Just like Lance had said, unless he didn't want her, no one else would be able to touch her.

Yvette hesitated for a moment and made a decision before she could react. "You won't lie to me, will you?"

Lance's eyes were cold and deep, and there was no desire in them at all.

He said, "Isn't this what you want?"

"Then write a letter of assurance, promising that you won't pester me in the future."

Yvette stared at him and clutched the front of her shirt.

Lance had deep eyes and long eyelashes. When he didn't look at people with emotions, he looked

unfathomable.

He said, "What can you do if I want to go back on my word?"

Yvette was speechless.

Such a thing was not protected by laws in the first place. Just as Lance had said, if he went back on his word, Yvette could not do anything, let alone ask for justice for herself.

In the end, it was just to comfort herself.

Perhaps the tension in her heart was too high, and Yvette was too afraid of his silent invasion, so she wanted

to gamble.

Lance was still calm, not forcing her at all. His tone was calm. "You also know that you are gambling. How about it? Do you want to gamble?"

Yvette did not think much. They had done it many times in the past. If it was him, it seemed that it was not so difficult to accept.

Even if she lost, she would only think that she had been bitten by a mad dog.

If she won, her life would be peaceful and tranquil.

In comparison, her bit of hesitation disappeared.

"I believe you. You said that you wouldn't lie to me in the future!" Yvette pursed her lips and announced her

decision.

She played some self-righteous little tricks and used what he had said before to pin him down.

As long as Lance wanted to go back on his word, he would think of this sentence.

Lance would think of the promise he had made.

Yvette did not know if it was an illusion, but she always felt that Lance was not happy to hear her decision. It could even be said that he was angry. His unhappiness was confirmed later on.

Before Lance kissed her, he said, "It's too late to go back on your words now."

His lips were moist, but with a destructive force, he pried open her lips and swallowed her smooth tongue, crushing and sucking.

Lance tried to crush her with all his strength.

Yvette was kissed until her tongue went numb, and her fingers could not stop trembling.

The rose petals beneath her were squeezed into rose juice, with a fascinating fragrance, gurgling down the edge of the table.

The hot breath invaded her.

Lance was determined to not let her have a good time and deliberately tortured her.

His kiss went from her lips all the way down.

It passed by her delicate jaw and then her beautiful collarbone. Finally, he kissed the soft flesh on her neck that was not wrapped in bones, licking and sucking. Yvette trembled so much that she was a little regretful now, but she could no longer regret it. In comparison,

she seemed to be able to endure it.

However, this thought didn't last long. His thin and moist lips kissed somewhere else. Yvette felt that she

couldn't even breathe.

At this time, there was a sound at the door.

Yvette was shocked, and her whole body tensed up.

Lance also frowned, but it was not because of the noise, but because of her reaction. It made him almost

surrender.

It was only then that Yvette remembered that Ellen had said that she would come over tonight.

They were on the coffee table in the living room, and it was too late to hide now.

Yvette was too nervous to remember to struggle.

"The password is wrong."

The intelligent voice prompt made her relax for a second, and then she heard the sound of the password

being input.

"The password is wrong."

Ellen was already impatient and began to knock on the door. "Yvette, open the door. Why are the numbers on

the door the same?"

Ellen sounded a little tipsy. It turned out that she had drunk too much.

Otherwise, Ellen should have remembered that this smart lock also had a fingerprint function.

Yvette struggled to get up, but Lance held her tightly. His dark eyes almost swallowed her.

Yvette stared at him and asked silently, "What?"

"Wait a minute."

His breathing was a little heavier and a little messy. His voice was so hoarse that it seemed as if it was

soaked in salty sweat.

Yvette widened her eyes in shock and shook her head in refusal. "You're crazy."

The world was silent, leaving only a chaotic heart beating wildly on the inner walls of her chest.

Yvette felt like she was on a roller coaster, her adrenaline soaring to the peak.

It wasn't long, but she felt like a century had passed.

Outside the door.

Ellen pressed the fingerprint for some reason.

"Clank..."

The door was opened.