Secretary’s Secret Lover by Zayla Quinn
Chapter 31

Secretary's Secret Lover By Zayla Quinn Chapter 30 A Slap in Lance's Face

Yvette was shocked.

It seemed that something had exploded.

Yvette's head was pressed against the leather cushion by Lance. The two of them had their lips and teeth entangled with the window lowered. Anyone passing by could see what they were doing.

Lance's calmness and self-control were left behind, and the plundering kiss was full of strong aggressiveness

and possessiveness.

He forcibly deprived Yvette of every space inside her mouth, tossed and sucked, which was particularly

fierce.

It didn't feel like they were kissing, but more like he was venting his anger on her.

In particular, Lance deliberately let his and Charlie's cars go side by side.

In the past, when the two of them were very close, they didn't kiss in front of everyone.

Now Lance was actually doing this....

The more Yvette thought about it, the angrier she became. She thought, how could Lance bully me like this? Her hands were pressed by Lance, and so were her legs. Her whole body was bound by Lance's brute force. Yvette wanted to curse Lance, but her mouth was tightly sealed. When she was gasping for breath, Lance squeezed in.

There was no warmth in Lance's kiss, only plunder.

He gripped Yvette's wrist so hard that her fingertips turned pale.

Charlie didn't seem to be able to see this and sped up to leave.

Tears ran down the end of Yvette's red eyes to her ears. As they gathered, it became like a river.

Yvette felt wronged and angry now....

Lance is bullying me with Yazmin.

Thinking of this, Yvette felt suffocated and couldn't breathe. The moment Lance let go of her hand, she hit him anxiously and angrily.

Lance finally stopped. Seeing that Yvette was so sad, her dark eyes turned red with jealousy.

Lance had always been reserved, but he had never been so emotional as today.

As long as Lance thought of Charlie holding Yvette's feet, he wanted to cut off that man's hand.

But he couldn't bear to bully Yvette. He rubbed her red and swollen lips with his finger and released her.

Yvette caught her breath and raised her hand almost subconsciously.

Clap!

A crisp slap was especially clear inside the car.

Yvette burst into anger!

There was nothing going on between Yvette and Charlie. How could Lance humiliate Yvette?

All of a sudden, it seemed as if a violent storm was coming.

The whole car was filled with a strange atmosphere.

"Go to hell!" Lance was so angry that he grabbed Yvette's throat with his slender fingers and scolded her coldly.

It was the first time in twenty-seven years that someone had slapped Lance's face!

And it was Lance's cat.

For another man!

The thought of it was more embarrassing than the slap itself!

Only deathly silence followed.

The driver was so awkward that he wished he didn't exist.

Who would have thought that the decisive CEO would be slapped by a delicate girl?

It is really shocking. It must be worth a lot of money if it is sold to the paparazzi.

But the driver was just thinking. After all, life was more important than money.

At this moment...

Every trace of Lance's aura was icy, and there was a frightening expression on his handsome face. Lance's eyes turned red, and his fingers tightened...

Yvette panicked.

It seemed that Lance had no other choice but to strangle Yvette.

"Lan... You bastard... Let me go..."

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Yvette's face was full of fear. Her little face turned purple, and her lips were moving intermittently.

At this moment, Lance was filled with anger. He wished he could lock Yvette up at the thought that she slapped him for another man..

Yvette's face became paler and paler, and Lance suddenly let go of his hand.

"Kaff..."

Yvette was paralyzed,

At that moment, the fresh air was like a luxury to her. Yvette breathed heavily.

However, Lance didn't look better.

Staring at Yvette, Lance's dark and cold eyes were full of killing intent!

Just when Yvette thought Lance was going to treat Yvette roughly again, Lance suddenly opened his mouth.

"Yvette, why are you with him?"

Why?

Yvette wanted to laugh.

Why did I walk barefoot on the road and run into Charlie?

It is all because of you!

It is because of the dirty things that you and Yazmin have done to disgust me!

But Yvette couldn't speak it out as it would only prove that she still cared about Lance.

And that would just make Yvette one of the countless women who admired Lance in Lance's eyes. That meant worthless.

As long as Yazmin was involved, Yvette did not have a chance with Lance.

Seeing that Yvette didn't say anything, Lance became angrier.

Lance sneered, "What? Now that your beloved Charlie has come back, you don't even want to talk to me?

"Didn't you want to study in his city at that time? Is it a pity that you didn't go there?

"Do you want to renew your relationship now?"

Lance questioned her several times, with a hint of jealousy in his words that he didn't even realize himself.

"You investigated me?" Yvette was so angry that her eyes widened.

Ignoring Yvette's anger, Lance picked up a thin gilded business card with his beautiful fingers.

"Charlie Raison, general manager of IA Investment Bank.j

All of a sudden, Lance raised the business card and let it fly to Yvette's feet. With a faint smile on his face, he

said, "Yvette, you should know that it's as easy as killing an ant for me to kill him!"

Charlie's resume was indeed nice, but it was definitely not enough to compare with the soaring Wolseley family.

Yvette was pissed off by Lance's stubbornness.

"Lance, this is between us. I'm OK if you vent your anger toward me. Are you still a man when you blame it on others?"

For a moment, Lance felt as if his whole body was ignited by something, and his anger was rubbing up.

"Stop the car!" Lance ordered coldly.

Only then did Yvette replace that the car had arrived at the entrance of Serenity Villa.

Before she could react, Lance had already moved to the other side, opened the door, and carried Yvette out.

The door of the villa was open. Mary saw the two people coming back and greeted them.

"Tell them not to let anyone come in."

When Lance said this, his dark eyes were so cold and malicious that Mary was too scared to make a sound. Yvette was a little flustered. She didn't know what Lance was going to do, so she could only hit the back of

Lance's shoulder with her left hand.

"Lance, put me down. What are you doing?"

Bang!

The door was kicked open by Lance and closed automatically.

In the blink of an eye, Yvette's body had sunk into the soft silk quilt.

Lance pressed on Yvette's chin and grabbed her chin with great force. "Am I a man? It seems that you have forgotten how you begged me for mercy on this bed in the past. It doesn't matter. I'll let you remember it now."

Yvette trembled, and her face was as pale as snow.

Yvette was not an inexperienced girl. She immediately understood what Lance meant.

The window was still open, and the moonlight shone in and lit the room up as if it were daytime.

The moon was shining on Lance's handsome face, which looked even more delicate.

The next second, Lance straightened up and unbuttoned her shirt, artd unbuckled his belt.

Fear was written all over Yvette's face. She wanted to run away, but as soon as she got up, Lance knew her intention clearly. He grabbed Yvette's waist and pulled her back.

Yvette struggled desperately regardless of the wound on her hand.

Lance sneered and tied Yvette's wrists with a tie.

Then he bent his long legs and pressed his knees on Yvette's legs.

A gust of cold wind blew. Lance's long and narrow eyes were shining under the moonlight as if a beast

hidden in him was about to wake up.

"Yvette, I'm so kind to you."

He meant that he was so "kind" to her that she would slap Lance in the face for another man.

Yvette was terrified.

She patted him, but Lance's dick was as hard and hot as a piece of burning iron.

With a tearing sound, Lance ripped off Yvette's clothes fiercely.