Secretary’s Secret Lover by Zayla Quinn
Chapter 302

Chapter 302 I Agree to Divorce

Yvette paused.

She was just too angry.

He didn't hurt her, so she knew that calling the police was useless.

Yvette looked at him coldly and asked, "Mr. Wolseley, do you like me?"

This topic suddenly changed.

"Of course." Lance was slightly stunned.

If not, how would he, a busy businessman, have been looking for ways to meet her?

Yvette smiled slightly, her eyes full of mockery. "But in my eyes, you are just enjoying the novelty. Even though I used to be your wife, you feel a sense of novelty after five years of separation. What will happen after this novelty disappears?

"Will you throw me away like trash or treat me as a pet you're tired of, lock me at home, and make me wait for you every day?"

The heartache made his voice urgent and hoarse.

"Yvette, it's not a sense of novelty, and I will not throw you away like trash. You are my wife. No one can replace you."

These words made Yvette's head suddenly hurt again.

She took a deep breath and said in pain, "Mr. Wolseley, in your memory, I am your wife, but in my eyes, you are just a stranger. "You feel it's normal for a husband to do all this to his wife, yet it is very annoying to me.

"In this case, do you really think that it is fair to force me to be with you?"

Her cold and flat voice made Lance feel heartbroken.

His eyes were somber, and he could not speak for a long time.

"Is this how you like me?"

Yvette's eyes were full of mockery as she said sharply, "So your affection is selfish importunity, regardless of other people's wishes." An unprecedented sharp pain hit the man.

Lance weakly released his grip on her. His heart was heavy, and he could not breathe. He looked extremely hurt.

"Yvette."

He wanted to explain. He wanted to speak. He thought too much.

Yet those words were all nonsense to Yvette, who had lost her memory.

She could not understand and did not want to listen.

The pain for no reason made Yvette almost unable to hold on.

"Mr. Wolseley, I am unfamiliar with you now. I do not have any other feelings for you. No matter how many stories we had in the past, I have no memories of them. I hope you will not force me to hate you." After saying this, Yvette no longer looked at him and turned to leave.

Her footsteps were hurried, and she did not want to show the slightest embarrassment in front of this stranger.

When she reached the door, Yvette felt more and more confused.

It was like an unknown beast was rampaging in her brain.

It caused her head to throb and her vision to blur.

The conversation with the man was like a tsunami that caused a tremor.

It reminded her of something, but she couldn't remember anything.

The unbearable feeling continued to spiral and didn't disperse.

Yvette was about to go crazy from the buzz. Her body swayed uncontrollably and went limp..

Just as she was about to fall to the ground, a warm palm caught her shoulder in time.

Following that, Stephen's voice sounded.

"Yvette, are you feeling unwell?"

Stephen supported her shoulders from behind, his broad chest blocking the strong wind. It looked like he was hugging her from behind.

Yvette raised her head slightly, and the street lamp illuminated her eyes, making them look like diamonds. She was so beautiful that she did not look like a human being. "Stephen."

She said weakly as if all the energy in her body had been drained just now. Stephen said calmly and steadily, "It's fine. Take care. I'll help you get in the car." His gentle, unhurried voice and his refined aura slowly calmed Yvette down.

He supported her politely and stood behind her like a tall partition.

He immediately blocked all the noise.

It made her feel calm and secure.

Yvette did not say anything else and let him help her into the car.

The scene of them hugging each other was caught by the man who had hurried out.

In an instant, it was as if his heart had been mercilessly crushed by someone.

As if he were drunk, Lance staggered back a step, two steps, and countless steps.

He backed off until he couldn't move.

It was dark

Lance's car was parked outside Yvette's house.

He followed them, watching the man send Yvette home. Lance was tortured every minute and every second.

He kept controlling himself and enduring, not letting himself rush up.

Finally, seeing the man leave soon, Lance felt relieved.

However, he was still sad.

His heart was still very painful as if it were tied up tightly. He felt depressed.

Late at night.

The man sat in the car, almost smoking constantly until the ashtray was filled up.

There was no longer a high-spirited look on his face. He looked dazed as if he had lost his soul.

The way things had developed was completely different from what he expected.

He had thought that if he did not give up, he could wait for Yvette to change her mind.

However, he had never thought about how Yvette felt about him.

She was unfamiliar with him.

Her eyes and movements showed that she really felt that he was very strange.

And his coercion would only make her even more disgusted.

Lance sat in the car and thought in a daze, perhaps all of this is a cycle of retribution.

He smoked for the whole night. Just like that, he stopped at the door of Yvette's house and quietly sat until dawn.

At eight o'clock.

Yvette had just left home when she saw a black luxury car parked in a conspicuous place.

Their eyes met. The man opened the car door and got out.

Yvette didn't know that he hadn't left, and she thought that he had come to pester her early in the morning, so she immediately felt a little unhappy. She didn't hide the emotions on her face, which made the man's heart hurt again.

"Yvette, let's talk."

Perhaps because he had been smoking all night, the man's voice was hoarse and gloomy, and speaking made his throat painful.

Compared to yesterday's arrogant man, he now looked like a different person.

Yvette took a step back and frowned. "Mr. Wolseley, I have to go to work."

Lance could not ignore her instinctive rejection. It was as if his heart had been stabbed again.

He agonized.

"I only have one question."

"You and that man are..."

"No."

Yvette answered firmly.

She let him misunderstand her because she was angry yesterday. Now that she was sane, she did not want to cause trouble for Stephen.

Anyway, she had made it clear that even if she did not have a boyfriend, she would not like him.

After answering, she did not have the desire to chat with Lance.

She turned around and walked towards the car.

Looking at her turning around and leaving, Lance let out a long breath and gritted his teeth. "Yvette, I agree to divorce.