Secretary’s Secret Lover by Zayla Quinn
Chapter 173

Secretary's Secret Lover By Zayla Quinn Chapter 173 I'll Stand by You

When the door was pushed open, the lights were turned off.

It turned out that it was Ellen, this drunkard, who habitually turned on the lights every time she entered but turned off the lights that were originally on.

Instantly, the room fell into darkness.

It ended smoothly.

However, Lance did not get up. His clean and cold fingers tightly held her lower jaw, and her lips, and kissed

her hard.

Yvette was almost unconscious from the kiss and was about to go crazy.

Ellen staggered and shouted, "Yvette, Yvette, did I fucking get into a whale's stomach? Why is it so dark? Whooo... I'm so scared. Yvette, where are you?"

Seeing that Ellen was about to reach them, Yvette couldn't help but bite her tongue. Taking advantage of the

moment when he was in pain, she pushed him over and jumped up.

Ellen happened to have a soft leg and hugged her. In drunkenness, she looked at the white rose petals all over the ground and said with her tongue tied, "Is it snowing so early this year? Yvette, how about we build a snowman? Men are all unreliable. Wait, wait for me to build a bunch of boyfriends for you. What types do you

want? Young or old?"

Ellen drank too much and spoke too much. The more she spoke, the more absurd she became.

Yvette could not help but cover her mouth. "Stop talking."

"No... I don't. Actually, Charlie is also not bad. Why don't you be real..."

Yvette dragged her to the bathroom and slammed the door shut, afraid that Lance would hear something.

It was not easy for her to trick him, so there could not be any slips.

Ellen drank quite a bit, and her entire face was flushed red.

Yvette took off her clothes and placed her in the bathtub that had been filled with water. Only then did she see that marks were almost all over Ellen's body.

From her neck to her toes, there were traces of purple and red marks from sucking, and some had even been bitten to the point of scabbing.

She carefully examined her back and buttocks again, and there were faint red marks that seemed to be left by flogging.

She was not an inexperienced girl, so she naturally understood the meaning of these marks.

Although Lance used to be in high spirits and was quite ruthless, she would not be covered in injuries. At most, she would be swollen for a few days, and it would be a little inconvenient for her to move around. But judging from the marks on Ellen's body, it seemed that the man was more or less a sadist.

She gently wiped Ellen's body with warm water. Without using force, Ellen cried and screamed in pain.

"Who did this to you?" Yvette asked with a sour nose.

Ellen was so drunk that she couldn't keep it a secret and scolded, "Jamie is so despicable. He gnawed and bit me and even hit me. It hurts so much..."

Yvette's hand trembled when she heard this name.

Why did they get together again?

"Ellen, why are you with him?"

"It's not that I want to be with him. It's him who won't let me go. Not only will he not let me go, but he won't

even let my parents go. The Robbins family is in his hands. I can't escape."

Yvette was shocked to hear this. She thought that they still loved each other, but she did not expect the two were like this.

She felt a dull pain from the bottom of her heart. Her heart ached for Ellen very much.

Ellen was as silly as she was. She fell in love with a man at a very young age and had loved him for many

years.

Therefore, Yvette could completely empathize with her pain.

The two were trapped in the black hole of love. One was troubled by family enmity, and the other was troubled by a life.

They shared the same fate and were equally sad..

She knew that Jamie treated Fiona even more dearly than Lance treated Yazmin. Furthermore, the two were

indeed engaged and were about to get married.

In this case, even if Ellen was forced, she would still suffer a lot.

Yvette felt anxious and uneasy. She always felt that something would happen to Ellen.

Ellen suddenly reached out and pinched her face. She reached out and put a finger to her mouth and

whispered, "I will only tell you this. Don't tell Yvette, do you understand? I am afraid."

Ellen's voice suddenly became softer. "I am afraid that she will look down on me."

Yvette held her in her arms, tears falling from her eyes.

She choked and said, "No, I will never look down on you. Ellen, don't hesitate to tell me if you have something.

i will stand by you."

Although Ellen was drunk, she seemed to sense something and cried sadly while holding her.

After taking a shower, both of them were drenched.

After Yvette dried herself, she dragged Ellen out, dried her, and put on pajamas for her. Then she pushed

open the door and helped her into the room.

Ellen was tired and held a pillow, falling asleep.

Yvette was so tired after taking a shower that she didn't want to move, so she prepared to go back to her room to sleep.

Pushing open the door, she saw Lance leaning against the balcony railing, smoking.

She was stunned.

Lance glanced back at her. He did not feel like he was in someone else's house at all. He leisurely finished his

cigarette.

His waist was only wrapped loosely in a bath towel, but it did not make people feel that he was not elegarit. Instead, he was indescribably handsome and sexy.

That face, coupled with his figure and temperament, even if he was not wearing anything, it was still very

beautiful.

Yvette could not help but blush. How could she have thought that he was not wearing anything?

The bath towel on his body was equivalent to nothing.

How could someone tie a bath towel so loose, making her want to rush up and tighten it for him?

She walked in. Afraid that Ellen would hear their dialogue, she closed the door and asked.

"Why haven't you left yet?"

"Isn't the time not up yet?"

Yvette was a little stunned. She blinked and asked, "What time?"

Lance turned around and slowly pressed his body over her and explained patiently.

"You said that it will end after tonight. It is not time yet."

He checked the alarm clock at the bedside. "You took a shower and wasted thirty-five minutes. It is ten

o'clock now."

Yvette was directly speechless.

What the hell?

But she soon understood.

Lance pulled her over and pressed her against the railing of the balcony. His fingers rubbed the corners of her red eyes and asked in a low voice, "Both of you like to cry while bathing, right?" Yvette was stunned by his question and forgot the current atmosphere. She thought that it was all because

of men.

Lance raised two fingers and waved them in front of Yvette's eyes.

His fingers were very beautiful, slender, and well-proportioned. Under the moonlight, they were as delicate

and perfect as jade.

Yvette was a little flustered and asked, "What exactly do you want to do? Didn't we agree... We have already..."

She didn't want to talk about the following words. She just bit her lips and looked at him with questioning

eyes.

It seemed that she was asking if he wanted to eat his words.

Lance whispered, "I promised you that I wouldn't pester you tomorrow. Did I say we'll do it only once?"

Yvette was shocked by his shamelessness.

It seemed that she did not explicitly say that they would do it only once, so she really wanted to bite her

tongue in anger.

Sure enough, when communicating with a logically meticulous big shot, she would fall into a trap if she was

not careful.

He lowered his head and kissed her lips again. His fingers also slipped into her clothes.

"There are still two hours left. I don't want to waste it."

Lance had already relieved his desire once. This time, he was not in a hurry at all. He took his time as if he

wanted to make her remember something.

Yvette was regretful, but she had just bathed Ellen and had already used up all her strength. At this time, she

seemed to be cooperating.

She simply gave up, but she did not forget to say something to anger him, wanting to end early and free herself early.

"Can you do it or not?"

Lance was not provoked by her words. He grabbed her chin and asked, "Why are you in such a hurry?"

Yvette pursed her lips and ignored him, not wanting to respond to him.

"You can ask me to stop." The emotions in Lance's words were unclear.