Secretary’s Secret Lover by Zayla Quinn
Chapter 310

Chapter 310 Forced to Be Active

A faint fragrance came from the woman in Caiden's arms.

It was the fragrance that Calden had never smelled on other women before.

He did not know that Yvette never used perfume. This was her natural fragrance.

He turned his head away uneasily. "You strangled me to death."

When the elevator closed, Pearce rushed up again.

His eyes were red, and he looked fierce.

"Put... Put her down!"

He looked abnormally fierce. Obviously, he was drugged.

Caiden no longer looked indifferent. He supported Yvette's back with one hand and stood up straight. His voice was filled with coldness and arrogance which was unique to young men. "Just come and try?"

Pearce was startled. When he was about to rush up, he was kicked over by Caiden!

"Bang!"

There was a loud noise.

Caiden was an adult male. He was much stronger than Yvette, who was drugged.

It didn't take Caiden much effort to make Pearce fall to the ground and scream miserably.

The elevator door closed.

Caiden pressed the button "down".

He thought that he should send Yvette to the hospital first.

Yvette and Caiden were left in the enclosed space.

Subconsciously, Yvette felt that Caiden was trustworthy.

First of all, he was not interested in her. Then again, their families' backgrounds were alike. He would not do anything to her.

After the sense of oppression and shock disappeared, Yvette only felt that her throat was dry and her chest was burning. She felt hot all over.

Her slender waist was soft like a willow branch. She had no strength at all. She leaned against Caiden with her soft and warm body. Caiden felt the situation troublesome.

He couldn't push her away. But he also couldn't bear to get close to her.

He felt like he was being roasted on a fire. His forehead was covered in sweat.

At this moment, Yvette opened her eyes, but her mind was out of her control. She felt that her breathing was getting heavier and her body was even hotter. The drug was about to control her body. Everything was getting out of control.

She randomly pulled the collar of her clothes and looked at Caiden. Her eyes were red, and her voice trembled. "Please send me to the hospital." She didn't mean anything else, but she looked sexy as she did this.

Caiden had had enough!

He felt as if his entire body was on fire.

As for Yvette, she forced herself to say these words. Then she couldn't control herself anymore. She subconsciously leaned closer.

"Fuck!"

Caiden's eyes were red as he cursed silently.

He wasn't drugged. But he felt that his body was burning all over.

Beep.

The elevator door opened.

Fresh air poured in, causing Caiden to feel relieved.

He was about to explode!

Just as he was about to go out, a cold male voice stopped him.

"Let go of her."

Caiden paused. When he looked up and saw that it was Lance who spoke, his expression inexplicably changed.

"Lance?"

Lance's eyes were cold and filled with complex feelings.

"The wid..."

Caiden coughed and changed his words to explain, "Ms. Lynn seems to have been drugged. I have to send her to the hospital."

He did not know about Yvette's relationship with Lance. He only thought that Lance was afraid that he would cause trouble, so he promised, "It's okay. I'll send her to the hospital."

Lance's long and narrow eyes were slightly raised. At first glance, he looked vicious, which made people afraid.

"I told you to let go."

As he spoke again, he reached out a hand to take Yvette into his arms.

Bang!

Yvette felt like she was transported into a slightly cold embrace like a piece of item, but her body trusted this embrace.

She felt safer when in this embrace.

Lance entered the elevator, pressed B5 directly, and went underground.

Yvette left Caiden's brace. When seeing Yvette nestled in Lance's embrace, feeling secure, he suddenly felt unwilling.

Fuck!

Why could Yvette be close to anyone?

He looked at Lance's cold and stiff face. His lips moved. Just as he was about to speak, the elevator door opened. Lance carried Yvette forward without any

"Lance!"

hesitation.

Caiden finally called out to stop Lance. "This seems inappropriate. Maybe you will be photographed."

Lance paused slightly and looked at Caiden's hands that had just held Yvette. His eyes were bloodthirsty and cold. "This had nothing to do with you."

Caiden was speechless.

For a moment, judging from the way Lance looked at his hands, Caiden felt that Lance wanted to chop his hands off.

At this moment, Frankie came over and reported with a grim expression.

"Mr. Wolseley, the reporters outside have temporarily been stopped."

For some reason, there appeared a scandal about the president of Freshness Entertainment.

Soon after, a large number of paparazzi came and surrounded the entrance of the hotel.

If Yvette went out like this at this time, her situation would definitely be exposed immediately.

Lance put Yvette into the car. Then he also got in.

Only Caiden remained there still, not knowing what the situation was.

He raised his foot and wanted to follow them into the car, but Frankie stopped him.

"Mr. Stanton, there is a small problem. Please attract the attention of the paparazzi and reporters outside so that we can send Mrs..."

Frankie paused and immediately changed his words. "Send Ms. Thiel for treatment."

When Caiden heard this, he immediately turned his head and let Yvette get in the car. Then, he started the engine and drove out.

After Caiden's car attracted a lot of attention, Lance's black luxury car drove out from the other exit in a low profile.

On the road.

Yvette's rationality had already collapsed by now.

She felt so hot.

She felt so uncomfortable.

There seemed to be endless flames burning in her heart. Her body was dry. Her limbs were soft.

An inexplicable emptiness constantly hit her mind.

She felt like an empty water bag.

She wanted to be filled back.

She was suffering.

"Don't move."

Lance stopped her from taking another step forward.

Knowing that she was burning with desire, Lance straightened up her body, preventing her from getting closer.

Otherwise, she should want him even more.

Unexpectedly, as soon as Yvette's body was pushed away, she put her head close with her red blurry eyes. At this time, she looked like a soft kitten.

Subconsciously, she felt that Lance could quench her thirst, so she rubbed her head against Lance's shirt.

Lance's hard chest was emitting a heat that was unique to men, making Yvette stimulated even more.

Immediately, not only her face, but her body also began to turn pink. She looked seductive all over.

Lance's Adam's apple rolled a little. He almost couldn't resist her. He pressed his hands on her shoulders and asked Frankie,

"How much time left?"

Frankie looked at his phone and looked straight ahead. He did not dare to look back and nervously replied, "The nearest hospital is New York-Presbyterian Hospital. But there are reporters there. I'm afraid that we can't go. The second choice will take us forty minutes to drive there, So..."

Forty minutes...

Lance lowered his and looked at Yvette in his arms.

He was afraid that she would not be able to hold on for four minutes.

He immediately made a decision, loosened his collar with his slender fingers, and ordered, "Go to Consuela Hotel."

Consuela Hotel was very close to here, and it was less than ten minutes away.

Frankie nodded and asked the driver to drive toward Consuela Hotel.

In the back seat, Lance just got one of his hands free. Then he had a moist feeling on his Adam's apple.

He gritted his teeth and saw Yvette sticking out her tongue to lick his Adam's apple like a kitten...

As if she felt that she was still thirsty...

She put her tongue back and used her lips to hold his Adam's apple in her mouth.

She was challenging Lance's ability to control himself.

Lance took a deep breath and his handsome face darkened.

However, Yvette had no idea how he felt at all. She just tried her best to make herself feel better.

Her lips went down from Adam's apple and continued to provoke him. Suddenly, she was pressed against the cold window.

Lance held her shoulder and ordered in a low voice, "Don't move."

Yvette felt wronged.

She was about to get better, but a bad guy stopped her.

She sobbed with her shoulders twitching. She said unclearly.

"Bad guy. So fierce..."

Lance paused, and the hand that was pressing on her shoulder loosened a little. He sighed helplessly, "Don't cry. I wasn't blaming you."

His slightly gentle tone made Yvette, who was already muddle-headed, feel even more wronged. She wailed.

Lance helplessly loosened the grip and ordered, "Put down the blocking board."