Secretary’s Secret Lover by Zayla Quinn
Chapter 301

Chapter 301 I Hate You!

In an instant, it was like a certain scene overlapped.

Lance's Adam's apple bobbed, and memories of the past flashed through his mind.

The last moment they spent together five years ago was also like this. At that time, she wanted to divorce, and he wanted to force her to stay.

At this time, a waiter passed by with food.

Lance saw this and was afraid that the waiter would bump into Yvette, so he quickly reached out to pull her over.

Unexpectedly, Yvette saw him reach out his hand and habitually dodged backward. Her slender waist collided with the corner of the dining table. She frowned and let out a low groan. Lance held his breath, and the back of his hand froze in the air.

He lowered his hand and suppressed the bitterness in his heart. "You hate me so much?"

She hated him so much that she would rather hurt herself than let him touch her.

The man's beautiful eyes were slightly red, and his injured expression was particularly attractive.

Yvette gently raised her eyes and said mercilessly, "Of course, Mr. Wolseley, I hate you more than you think!"

Her words and the look of disgust in her eyes were like a sharp sword that fiercely pierced the man.

Yvette did not care about his emotions at all and said, "Since you have nothing serious to say, please make way. I'm leaving."

The man's eyes were gloomy as he stood there like a mountain, blocking her way.

"Mr. Wolseley?" Yvette called again.

"Why?" Lance's voice was filled with endless coldness.

"What do you mean?"

Yvette asked.

"Why do you hate me so much?"

The man's face was cold as he carefully recalled.

After Yvette returned, he had only seen her two or three times.

She had no memory of him, so why did she hate him to this extent?

For a moment, he even wondered if Yvette had pretended to lose her memory just to avoid him.

Yvette felt that Lance's way of thinking was different from ordinary people's. He was too straightforward.

She said, "I don't like people forcing me regardless of my wishes. Not only that, I've been hating you from the beginning."

She thought, I've lost that memory.

However, the rejection and resistance to this man in my bones have not disappeared.

Before she lost her memory, her brother did not tell her much.

Yvette vaguely knew that she had suffered a lot because of this man.

There was a deep depression and pain in the bottom of Lance's eyes, and the veins on the back of his hand emerged because he clenched his fists. "I'm your husband," he said patiently.

What he meant was that he should be intimate with her.

She was his wife, so he was not forcing her.

"Mr. Wolseley, don't you know that I have lost my memory?"

Yvette pointed at the busy waiter and said, "In my eyes, you are no different from a stranger passing by. Do you understand?"

When Lance heard this, his cold and thin lips were pursed into a straight line..

Suddenly, he reached out and grabbed her wrist, walking to the side.

"Hey."

Yvette had no time to resist as she was pushed into a private room.

"Bang!"

The door was violently closed and locked.

Lance pushed Yvette to the wall, one hand on her waist, and the other hand next to her ear.

In an instant, the narrow space was filled with the refreshing fragrance of the man, and it drilled into her nose.

The posture was so intimate that it was suffocating.

Yvette suddenly panicked, and her breathing became a little faster.

"Lance, what are you trying to do now?" she asked, trying to push him away.

Lance's arms were extraordinarily strong, and the hand that was holding her waist was like iron, not moving at all.

Yvette couldn't help but feel that she was being controlled by him.

She was angry and annoyed. She raised her eyes to glare at him.

"Get off me!"

Lance lowered his head and looked down at her, his tone dangerous. "Am I a stranger?"

Yvette was really speechless. She didn't bother to answer him, but now that she was confined by him, she couldn't break free.

His palm tightened around her waist as if he wanted to force her to speak.

"Lance, are you mad?" Yvette frowned in pain.

Anger spread to the bottom of her heart. Yvette wanted to bite him a few times to vent her anger.

Lance looked at the person in front of him for a long time. His voice suddenly lowered.

"Am I really just a stranger?"

He said in a low voice as if he was very hurt.

Yvette could not get rid of him, and her heart was filled with rage. She said with a calm face, "Even if you ask me a hundred times, you are a stranger!" The atmosphere was dead silent.

The man's eyes narrowed slightly. He looked terrifying.

"Please let go of me."

Yvette slowed her breathing to calm herself down and said lightly.

She regained her composure and knew that the angrier she was, the easier it was for her to fall into the man's trap.

"You don't want to kiss me again, do you?"

She sneered, "Mr. Wolseley, are you so short of women? If you are so horny, I can go replace you a prostitute and ask her to come to serve you." Yvette deliberately taunted him. According to Lance's arrogant and proud personality, he would definitely not touch her when he heard this.

Sure enough, the man's eyes turned cold, and he let go of her.

"In your eyes, is it because I lack women?"

His voice was deep and cold. He was suppressing his anger.

Yvette's violent heartbeat slowed down. She knew that she had guessed right.

She said in a lazy tone, "You're worrying too much. I don't know you. My guess is just based on your behavior."

In her eyes, he was nothing.

"Mr. Wolseley, can you get out of the way?"

Yvette rubbed her wrist aching from being gripped and said impatiently.

The man looked at her silently with no expression, but his eyes revealed many emotions.

Yvette was not interested in what he was thinking and turned to leave.

However, her shoulders suddenly became heavy, and her body was pressed against the wall again.

His cold thin lips quickly covered hers.

Lance lowered his eyes and kissed her uncontrollably.

He intruded into her mouth and intertwined his tongue with hers, trying to get back something.

Yvette's eyes widened in shock. She could only see the man's cold and handsome face right in front of her.

She reacted, her anger rising as well.

How dared he forcibly kiss her again!

His thin lips were not satisfied with just clinging to hers. As he kissed her passionately and deeply, Yvette hooked his tongue and bit it with her eyes closed.

Instantly, a bloody taste spread in her mouth.

What followed was a smack.

The sound of her palm hitting his skin was crisp and loud.

Everything around them seemed to become stagnant..

Yvette was still furious. She stepped hard on the man's leather shoe.

Unfortunately, her attack was not fierce enough, and there was no strange expression on the man's face.

She was a little regretful that she was wearing flat heels today. She should have worn a pair of high heels and stepped on him.

"Mr. Wolseley, if you are horny, go to your true love. Don't disgust me, okay?"

Lance's handsome face was covered with finger marks that could not be ignored, and the tip of his tongue was bleeding.

He narrowed his eyes slightly and said in a sullen, husky voice, "I don't want anyone else. I only want you."

"But I don't want you. I don't like you. I don't know you. I hate you. Do you understand?"

Yvette's eyes were filled with hatred and annoyance.

There was no affection in her eyes.

Seeing this, Lance felt like his heart had been hit hard by a heavy object.

Her eyes used to be full of feelings for him. Yet now, there was only disgust.

Yvette's hands were still tightly held by him.

"Are you going to let go of me or not? If not, I'll call the police."

The burning pain in Lance's heart continued, and he laughed in anger, "Just go ahead."