Secretary’s Secret Lover by Zayla Quinn
Chapter 295

Chapter 295 You Can't Call a Stranger Daddy

When Lance saw Isabel's beautiful little face, he was stunned for a second.

It turned out that his guess was right that day. Isabel was really Yvette's daughter.

It was her and that man's daughter.

This fact made his heart break a little, and he could hardly even breathe.

The soft and cute little girl directly jumped into the man's arms from the seat of the car.

Isabel had twined her chubby arms around Lance's neck and asked in an incomparably natural manner.

"Daddy, are you here to see me?"

Isabel's closeness surprised Lance a little.

To be honest, other than Yvette, he didn't like to be touched so intimately by any adult or child.

Unexpectedly, Isabel stared at Lance, making no attempt to disguise her love. Isabel suddenly hugged Lance closer.

"Bah!"

Her red and soft little mouth touched Lance's cheek.

Isabel was really satisfied with the "Daddy" she had chosen for herself.

Isabel really wanted to go to kindergarten now and tell Anna that she had the most handsome father in the world!

Her father was not like Anna's father, who looked like an old bucket covered in mud.

Although her mother had taught Isabel not to give people bad nicknames...

But last time when Anna laughed at Isabel for being an illegitimate child without a father, Anna's daddy also laughed at her together with Anna.

Humph!!!

Isabel decided to call Anna's father an old bucket in her heart!

She asked the man in a cute voice, "Daddy, are you here to take me to the amusement park?"

Lance looked at Isabel with mixed feelings. His thin lips twitched a bit, but he could not say a word.

He could still feel the soft kiss Isabel had given to him just now, and there was still Isabel's saliva left on his cheek.

However, he unexpectedly did not hate it. Instead, an intimate feeling rose from the bottom of his heart naturally and uncontrollably.

He was trying to push Isabel away before, but when he touched Isabel, he changed his mind, and instead, he put his hand on her back, in case she would fall. For the first time, he felt at a loss for what to do with the little girl in his arms.

Isabel stared at Lance with her big round eyes without blinking, full of admiration.

Lance looked at her in his eyes and could see his own reflection in Isabel's bright eyes.

Suddenly, an inexplicable thought arose in his heart. How good would it be if this child was my and Yvette's?

Although it was very ridiculous, he really thought so at this moment...

And Isabel was also very dependent on Lance, even though she had only seen him once.

She stubbornly thought that Lance was her father!

Lance really looked very similar to the vague man in her dream.

There was an indescribable match in the way Isabel nestled in Lance's arms as if they were really father and daughter.

Yvette felt her heartbeat quicken as she saw this scene, and her face turned pale for a moment.

An awful thought had just struck her, and she suddenly thought that Lance would take Isabel away from her.

The very thought brought her out in a cold sweat!

Lance was clearly not Isabel's father...

"Belle!"

Yvette cried out anxiously and grabbed Isabel from Lance's arms.

"Don't call him like that!"

Isabel was scared by her mother's overreaction. She was stunned, and her little mouth tightened, looking extremely aggrieved,

as if she was about to cry the next second.

For some reason, Lance felt a bit sorry for Isabel. He was so afraid that Isabel would cry.

He opened his mouth and just as he was about to say that it was alright, Yvette squatted down and looked at Isabel. She softened her tone a little and said to Isabel. "Isabel, he is not your father. You can't call a stranger Daddy. It's not right. You understand?"

A stranger!

What Yvette said really reminded Lance!

He was now just a stranger to Isabel!

If they didn't lose their child before, he should also have a child as beautiful and cute as Belle.

Unfortunately, it wouldn't happen...

Isabel was confused. She raised her head to look at Lance and Yvette, about to cry.

In her eyes, Lance was clearly her father!

He was her father that she had chosen for herself at the airport!

Yvette sighed a breath and coaxed Isabel in a low voice, "Belle, he isn't your daddy. If you call him Daddy, it will cause trouble for him. Do you understand?"

Isabel was still too young to understand what Yvette said, but she still knew that causing trouble to others was not a good thing to do.

Maybe he doesn't like being called Daddy by me, Isabel thought.

She was so sad.

At this moment, Isabel felt like she was refused when she was trying to be nice to someone.

Her eyes darkened, and she lowered her head unhappily. Then, she said sadly, "Oh, I see..."

Yvette touched Isabel's head and taught her to be polite patiently. "Then say goodbye to him."

At this time, Lance had already gotten out of the car and stood in front of them.

He had heard everything that Yvette had told Isabel.

She said that it would cause trouble for him to be called Daddy by Isabel.

He thought that even if it would, he would like to have such "trouble".

Isabel was very reluctant, but she still pouted unhappily and waved to Lance obediently. "Then, goodbye."

Her voice was very soft and sounded like she was about to cry.

Instantly, Lance's heart jumped when he heard Isabel's sad voice.

He really wanted to hug her and coax her.

There was something indefinable in Lance's eyes.

He didn't understand why he would have such mixed feelings for other people's children.

Yvette saw Lance staring at Isabel, and the uneasiness in her heart deepened.

She did not want Lance to have too much contact with Isabel in her heart.

She held up Isabel's small hand and nodded slightly at Lance before turning to leave.

"Wait a minute," Lance called out to her.

Yvette stopped and turned to look at him.

Lance gulped and then said, "Remember to come to work on time tomorrow."

"I will," Yvette said with a frown.

Right now, there was nothing more important than getting a divorce.

Looking at their backs as they left, Lance faintly felt hurt again, but he didn't know why.

He leaned against the car and relaxed for a moment before getting into the car.

On the way back home, Isabel was obviously in a bad mood.

She lowered her head, twiddling her thumbs, without saying a word.

Yvette knew that Isabel was unhappy, but there was nothing she could do.

No matter what, Lance was not Isabel's father, and Yvette couldn't let Isabel call him Daddy just as she liked.

Yvette had to correct Isabel.

Meanwhile, Yvette made a decision in her heart that she wouldn't let Isabel see Lance again in the future.

As time went by, Isabel would soon forget that man.

Late at night.

Yvette worked in the Wolseley Group during the day and dealt with some orders from the studio at night.

Although the studio had not officially opened yet, Yvette still received many orders from the old guests from overseas.

It was almost twelve o'clock when she finished her work

At this time, there was a sobbing sound coming from Isabel's room.

Kamila was about to take a look, but Yvette stopped her. She told Kamila to go to sleep, and then, she went to Isabel's room to

take a look.

Isabel didn't wake up. It seemed like she was dreaming, and she sobbed from time to time.

Yvette leaned next to her and gently patted her back, humming a song to comfort her.

Isabel grabbed Yvette's finger with her small hand and tightly relied on her.

Yvette felt that her heart softened in an instant, although she had a bummer of a day because of Lance.

Isabel was the most precious gift she had that could fill her with power all the time.

Not long after, Isabel fell asleep deeply.

There were still tears hanging on her eyelashes as she slurred, "Daddy..."

There was a little grievance in her voice, as well as an indescribable expectation.

Yvette paused for a moment.

She touched Isabel's soft hair and asked softly, "Belle, do you want a father?"