Secretary’s Secret Lover by Zayla Quinn
Chapter 261

Chapter 261 Does He Know?

After Charlie was diagnosed as a vegetable, his assistant announced it in the hospital. Rebecca almost fainted.

from crying.

Yvette was even more shocked.

Charlie actually left all his assets to her?

How could there be such an inexplicable thing?

Lance's eyes darkened as he asked, "Can't you explain it?"

Yvette opened her mouth, but she couldn't say anything.

How could she explain? She was confused, too.

Lance's eyes were deep and cold.

It was true Charlie was a piece of trash, but he arranged the raising of a child well.

In an instant, her heart seemed to be torn apart by something.

He pinched her chin, his eyes as cold as a knife. "Speak!"

It hurt!

Yvette's tears were about to come out, and she said with a choked voice, "What should I say?"

"Weren't you explaining? Continue explaining now."

Yvette couldn't explain at all.

She also couldn't understand. How could she explain things that she couldn't understand?

Realizing she was silent, Lance became even more irritated. He completely forgot he had decided to be calm. with her when he entered the door, and his tone became sarcastic. "Yvette, are you happy juggling between me and another man?"

"I did no such thing." Yvette's eyes were red.

The man's eyes were dark as he sneered, "I intended to let the ward episode go. What did you come up for?"

"..."

"You can't say it? I'll answer it for you?"

33

Lance thought of that time. Because of Charlie, his mind became heavier, and his tone became worse.

"Do you enjoy playing with men, or are you just a bitch?"

"You!"

This bastard!

What a giant bastard!

Yvette felt so wronged that she was about to lose it.

She didn't expect that after she made a move once, Lance thought she was a bitch.

How could he humiliate her like this?

How could he be so annoying?

She turned her face away. She had a sense of suppression in the chest and was out of breath. Her heart was uncomfortable. She did not want to say anything. Lance did not intend to let her go. He turned her face to him and stared at her. "I'll ask you one last time. Is

there anything you want to tell me?"

Yvette felt strange. He kept asking that question. He must feel she was hiding something from him.

Apart from the child, she did not hide anything from him.

Could it be that he knew and was asking about it?

But he was so horrible now. If he knew about the child, would he let her abort it immediately?

She had no relatives now, and the child was her only hope.

Plus, she had lost a baby once before, so...

She could never use the child to bet with someone mercurial.

As long as she didn't say anything, Lance had no reason to force her to abort the child.

Yvette's thoughts were reflected in her clear and beautiful eyes.

She was obviously afraid, but she still stubbornly bit her lips. Her eyes were misty, but she refused to speak.

Her persistence made Lance angrier.

Her vision went dark, and a hot kiss touched her lips.

Yvette's moving hand was restrained by the man, and his movements were rough.

His tongue was pressed into her throat, and the suffocating feeling made Yvette feel like she was going crazy.

The fear from that night came to her again.

Taking advantage of the moment he loosened his grip, she gasped, "Lance, can you not be crazy!"

Lance restrained her, and a mocking expression appeared in his eyes. "What are you being so pretentious for? Last time you were also like this, and you gave in to me eventually. I think you were happy." Those words made Yvette feel like she had been slapped in the face.

There was a burning pain.

Last time, she had played along with him to reduce the torture. If she hadn't cooperated, she might have

suffered more.

While she was thinking, the man's lips moved down. He bit off the thin strap on her shoulder and moved all the way down to bite hard at her chest.

Yvette let out a painful groan because of his bite, and she was extremely frightened, but she could not push

him away.

The baby had fortunately survived the last lovemaking, but it might be a different case this time.

"Lance, I can't do it. I still feel pain..."

She was so nervous that her voice was choked.

Her weak voice made his heart soften for a moment, but it was only for a moment.

He looked up. "It's been five days, and you're still in pain?"

Yvette realized it seemed to be working and cried even harder. The tip of her nose was red as she said, "It really hurts."

She lied, but there was truth in it.

Her skin was delicate, and the swelling had not subsided.

Lance took off her panties and said expressionlessly, "I'll take a look."

"Ah... No!" Yvette exclaimed and grabbed her panties tightly.

They were in a stalemate, and suddenly....

Tear!

Her panties were ripped apart, and each of them had a strip of cloth in their hands.

Yvette was mad.

She had never felt so embarrassed, and the lights were on...

Fortunately, her skin was delicate, and the swelling was quite obvious.

After confirming it, Lance flipped off the bed and went to replace the medical kit.

Ignoring her refusal, he applied

over her with his slender fingers.

The cool feeling made Yvette's mind go blank.

In a daze, she felt extremely humiliated.

Her aggrieved tears fell continuously.

Lance simply treated her like an item without any respect.

Then he held her down and did not let her close her legs. He didn't want the ointment to get on her thighs.

Yvette's face was red with anger.

Lance said without hesitation, "Why didn't you apply the ointment when you have it at home?"

She didn't reply.

Yvette wanted to say the swelling was in her private parts, and it would recover quickly if she did. In that case, he would be rough on her again.

She used it as protection.

"Are you doing this on purpose? Are you trying to replace an excuse to stop me from having sex with you?"

Lance suddenly asked.

She didn't reply.

Yvette panicked because Lance saw her through.

His breath touched her, and his fingertips were still warm. His voice was a little hoarse. "Lying is futile!"

Lance was turned on, not out of punishment or something else...

He just wanted it.

But this time, he was calmer than before. He took into account her swelling and prepared to change the way.

Yvette froze and pushed him away with all her might. She said in a panic, "Don't do it here... You can't... You

can't..."

"You said I couldn't?" The man's face was gloomy and dangerous.

Yvette was about to cry again, and her voice was choked. "It's not you. It's me..."

He gently grabbed her soft flower and said, "I cannot go in, but..."

He leaned against her ear and said in a hoarse voice.

Yvette's face suddenly turned red. After realizing what he meant, she shook her head vigorously.

"We are husband and wife. Everything we do is reasonable."

After saying that, he pulled her down...

J

Yvette felt humiliated, but she did not dare to resist. She was afraid he would go back on his word, so she

could only cooperate...

The man suddenly grabbed her hair. His posture was sexy, and he gasped, "Call me."

Yvette felt tired and mumbled, "Lance..."

"Not that," he said in a deep voice.

What else could it be?

Yvette's back froze, and she didn't utter a sound.

Lance threatened, "You want to do this all night?"

Yvette's expression changed, and she said unwillingly, "Hubby..."

In an instant, the man's breathing became heavier, and his eyes were deep and dark, hiding a bottomless sea.

"Continue!"

Yvette could not utter a word. She felt like a sex worker. It was too humiliating and embarrassing.

"Otherwise, it will take a long time," he told her plainly.

Yvette was in pain and cried out in grievance, "Hubby, hubby..."

Finally, she heard a sigh. He pulled her up, hugged her tightly, and kissed her forehead.

It was faster than usual, but it lasted nearly two hours.

Yvette no longer had any strength to struggle as she lay obediently in his arms.

Not long later, he carried her to take a bath. She was afraid and wanted to refuse, but she knew very well that

she could not anger him.

Fortunately, he noticed she was tired. Other than taking a bath, he did nothing else.

After that, Yvette was too tired and slept in Lance's arms.

The gentle Yvette made Lance's anger dissipate bit by bit. He whispered softly, "If you tell me,

it."

He used to think it was a joke.

I will accept

But now he didn't know what to think. The only thing he could be sure of was that if he had to compromise,

he would try.

He just wanted her.

He was willing to try anything.

She was sleeping soundly and did not hear him. She just nestled into his arms and felt the warmth.

Lance's eyes suddenly became gentle. He was afraid of hurting her, so he gently hugged her.

That night, he slept soundly.

But Yvette did not. In the latter half of the night, she had a dream. She dreamed that Lance was cold-blooded

and wanted to abort her child.

This kind of fear continued until dawn.

The sun hadn't risen, but Yvette was awake for a long time.

Beside her, Lance was breathing evenly and sleeping soundly.

Yvette quietly got up and touched the phone that he placed on the bedside table. She aimed it at his face and unlocked it.

Then she held the phone and did not dare to open the door. She hid in the bathroom to send a message.

She edited the text and was about to send it when she found that it actually needed a password. Lance's phone was specially made. Even if it was lost, the person who had it could not use the app.

Yvette tried Lance's birthday but failed.

She tried the lock password but failed again.

When she was helpless, she suddenly heard a familiar voice.

"Do you want me to help you?"