Secretary’s Secret Lover by Zayla Quinn
Chapter 242

Chapter 242 Who Are You to Question Me?

Yvette had been waiting at home.

Until ten o'clock in the evening, Lance still had not come home.

She had no choice but to call Frankie. Frankie told her that Lance had returned to Serenity Villa. If anything came up, she could go to Serenity Villa for Lance. She had not been to Serenity Villa since they got a divorce.

As time passed, Yvette thought about it and decided to go to Serenity Villa for Lance.

Before she went out, she took a bath and opened the cupboard. When she wanted to get clothes to wear, she saw a white lace dress in the corner.

Ellen gave this to Yvette when she learned about the latter's divorce, saying that it could help Yvette get another man.

She had never worn it because the dress was so revealing.

After hesitating for a while, she took it and put it on.

When she arrived at Serenity Villa, she was still wondering if the security would not let her enter. After all, this place had nothing to do with her now. Unexpectedly, the security guard showed a warm attitude toward her when he saw her. He called her Mrs. Wolseley several times and welcomed her in. The security guard also said to Yvette, "Mrs. Wolseley, we're informed that we must let you go as long as you come."

Yvette did not know what to say after hearing this.

She entered the villa.

It was still the familiar face recognition door lock at the entrance.

Yvette tried to move her face closer, and the door actually opened with the sound of a ding.

She felt quite surprised. They had been divorced for so long, but Lance still hadn't deleted her face record.

Yet, on second thought, he had so many properties, so he must have forgotten to delete them.

After all, if he was to remarry, given the Wolseley family's assets, he wouldn't move to Serenity Villa with his new wife. He would definitely live elsewhere.

She went upstairs as usual. There were no lights everywhere except for the bedroom.

Yvette went over and just wanted to knock on the door when she saw Lance through the slot in the door. He was standing by the balcony and smoking, still dressed in a suit. It looked like he had just finished working.

Maybe because of the vague moonlight, she found that he looked rather tired and lonely.

Lonely?

It didn't seem to match him.

She knocked gently on the door, and Lance spat out a puff of smoke. He slowly turned around. When he saw her, he wasn't surprised or happy.

He wasn't surprised because Frankie had already reported her arrival over the call.

He wasn't happy because if not for Ellen, she could not have come over.

"Hmph!" she snorted.

She was really so nice to her bestie. Never had she cared so much about him.

When he thought of this, his gaze darkened.

Yvette was already standing here and did not hesitate anymore.

She walked over and called him, "Lance."

The man looked at her and stayed quiet for a long time.

"Can you help me save Ellen?" Yvette had to ask.

She had thought about it. Even if she went to Jamie, she would not be able to convince him, but Lance must have a w

Lance's thin lips twitched.

She just raised her request directly.

She only required to meet Jamie before, yet now she needed him to help save Ellen.

He raised his eyebrows. "Yes, but why should I help you?"

Yvette took a deep breath, walked over step by step, raised her face, and put her slender arms around his neck.

"I'll give you what you want in return, okay?"

The man didn't respond when he heard this.

Yvette was a little embarrassed, so she just went all out and unbuttoned her coat.

Lance only felt furious. He knew that Yvette had gone to Charlie.

In the end, Charlie couldn't help her, so she came back to him.

This woman was so terrifyingly realistic, making him very unhappy.

"Do I have to take it just because you give this to me?"

Lance curled his lips, his dark eyes glistening with mockery, and said lightly, "You're too full of yourself."

Yvette hedged and as her body was exposed to the air, her body trembled all over.

She had been encouraging herself, and if she relaxed a little, she would not be able to go on.

Now that she heard Lance's humiliation, she just collapsed.

Moreover, her body was exposed in front of Lance.

Lance's eyes darkened slightly. He did not expect her to dress so boldly. His breath became heavy in an instant.

However, Yvette could no longer hold on.

She felt ashamed of herself.

This was the first time she had dressed in this way to seduce a man.

However, Lance left no room for negotiation. He made it clear that he wouldn't help her.

Her eyes were red, and she immediately wrapped her coat tightly. Without even buttoning it up, she turned around and left.

Before she could reach the door, she was grabbed and pressed on the decorative cabinet.

The man violently pulled open her coat and her hot body just came into his view.

Yvette felt a faint pain in his back. She wanted to cover her body but her hands were restrained and she couldn't move at all. "Lance, let go of me."

As soon as she said that, her eyes turned red and her voice shook.

Lance's eyes were full of desire and anger. He said fiercely, "You want me to release you so that you can beg another man in this look?"

His words just implied that she was a shameless slut.

Yvette trembled with anger and sobbed, "You are crazy! Go away!"

Lance pinched her chin tightly and forced her to raise her face.

He said sarcastically, "So you begged Charlie and he refused to help you? How many times did you have sex with him? He looks so gentle. He must be bad in bed, right? Is he better than me? Eh?" The crazy jealousy made the man's handsome face look rather hideous.

He felt he was burning with rage as he thought of her sleeping with another man.

He was so angry that he couldn't think and just wanted to teach her a lesson.

Yvette was so angry that her entire body was trembling. She asked in a constricted voice, "You stalked me?"

Lance stared at her wet pupils, and his eyes narrowed. "Otherwise, how could I know that you are so capable? For the sake of your best friend, you've been turning to one man after another for help." He mocked with a hint of jealousy in his tone, "Yvette, I've really underestimated you."

These words, like countless sharp arrows, dealt Yvette a heavy blow, making her feel so painful that it even hurt to breathe for her.

In the end, she came to her senses.

She frowned and said with moist eyes, "Lance, let go of me!"

Seeing her anguished look, Lance thought that he had hurt her, so he loosened his grip.

Yvette withdrew her hand.

"Smack!"

She slapped Lance in the face without hesitation.

Her eyes were red as she stared at the man. "Lance, what does it have to do with you how many men I have slept with? Who are you to question me?"

Instantly, Lance's handsome face darkened.

She was telling him that they had long been over.

He had no right to criticize her. His jealousy and anger were just a pathetic joke in the eyes of others.

His heart just ached.

An indescribable sense of powerlessness swept through Lance's body.

Yvette slapped so hard that her hand was still shivering and her body was also shaking with anger.

"If you don't want to help me, just say it clearly. You give me hope and then humiliate me. Is this what you want?"

Yvette thought that she could hold back her feelings, but her tears of grievance still dropped.

She picked up her bag in anger and hit him hard with it.

"Then you've got what you wanted, bastard!"

He was the one who asked Frankie to convey the message that he wanted to help her, but now he was doing this to her.

He was such a jerk!

A bastard!

She lowered her head and quickly wiped away her tears. She turned and left.

Lance's expression changed slightly. He was touched by those few drops of tears.

His rationality told him to let her go. Those were merely crocodile tears. This heartless woman was not worth it.

However, he just couldn't control himself.

He moved slightly and grabbed her. "I'll help you.1