Secretary’s Secret Lover by Zayla Quinn
Chapter 32

Secretary's Secret Lover By Zayla Quinn Chapter 31 His Belongings Can Not Be Touched

The cold wind blew on Yvette's white and tender skin, rolling up countless cold waves.

Lance was so angry that he snapped. His eyes were deep as he looked around.

Yvette's face was as beautiful as peach blossom, and his kiss mark was still on her delicate neck.

There was a bit of red on her fair neck, which lured Lance's heart.

Her skin was tender, and a little bit of grinding would leave a deep mark that would be difficult to remove in a

few days.

Lance didn't want to be so rough with her, but when he thought of Yvette hitting him for others, his body felt like it was on fire, and even his throat was burned painfully.

No matter how hard Lance tried, he could not swallow this anger.

Yvette was really afraid. She panicked, "Lance, I am on my period..."

Lance sneered, "Is that so?"

Yvette nodded hard. She could not have sex, and her body did not allow it.

Lance's eyes darkened. "Then let me see."

As Lance spoke, his slender fingers went to unbutton her pants.

"No." Yvette panicked and mumbled, "It's dirty."

Lance let out a laugh, but it was unclear what he meant.

Suddenly, he leaned over and stroked her lips. "Even so, you still have..."

These horny words carried a sense of humiliation.

During two years of marriage, they had never tried blowjobs.

But now...

Yvette's face was gloomy.

Lance was determined to teach her a lesson to let her know who her man was.

However, he said that just to scare her because he had not been willing to let her do so for two years....

Now, it was even less likely.

But Lance wanted her to agree and not associate with that man again.

He looked at Yvette's pale face and softened his tone. "If you are obedient, how would I..."

Before Lance could finish speaking, Yvette had reached his limits and cursed with her eyes closed.

"Lance, you bastard! If you want it so bad, go replace Yazmin!"

Her voice was buzzing, and her nose was sore. She tried to hold back her tears.

Yvette knew that Lance was so angry, not because he was jealous.

To put it bluntly, it was because of his possessiveness. Lance didn't want anyone else to touch his belongings, even though he had used them and thrown them away...

Lance couldn't stand that.

That was why he was so angry and so eager to prove his rights.

It was as if a large hole had been pierced into Yvette's heart, and the pain was unbearable.

What had Yvette done wrong to be treated like this by him?

It was clearly Lance's and Yazmin's fault, who had no sense of shame.

Hearing that she was pushing him out again, Lance snapped again. The anger that he had just suppressed

slowly rose up again.

He grabbed her sharp chin with his hand and smiled coldly. "It seems that you are not obedient." Moonlight spilled in.

Lance began to take off her clothes.

The moment their skin touched, Lance found that he couldn't think of anything else. He just wanted to

penetrate Yvette.

Suddenly, a tear fell on the back of his cold hand.

Then more and more tears like pearls scrambled to land on the back of his hand.

These tears were as hot as fire, causing his heart to tighten.

Yvette had expressions full of resistance.

Yvette was unwilling, which made him feel like he was about to go crazy.

Lance's face was unprecedentedly ugly, and he wanted to tear that man apart now.

Lance frowned and pulled back his tie. He put on his clothes and slammed the door.

Lance went downstairs and when he reached the door, he met Mary.

"Mr. Wolseley, are you going out?"

Lance nodded. Seeing the medicine chest in Mary's hand, he stopped and asked, "What is that?"

Mary looked down and said, "Oh, this is medicine. It's for Mrs. Wolseley."

Lance's eyes darkened. "Was she injured?"

Mary's face was full of surprise. "Mr. Wolseley, didn't you see? I just saw that Mrs. Wolseley's foot seemed to

be bleeding."

Lance was stunned.

Yvette's foot was injured?

Lance was filled with anger today, and he did not notice it.

"There is one more thing," Mary looked at him and said, "In the afternoon, Ms. Myers came. After they finished talking, Mrs. Wolseley went out."

So Yazmin had come.

In the afternoon, Frankie only said that Mary had called to say that Yvette had gone out.

Lance didn't know that Yazmin had been here.

Serenity Villa was heavily guarded, and it must have been Yazmin who asked his driver to send her in.

Lance frowned. "Why didn't you say so earlier?"

Mary said honestly, "I thought it was not important."

"How is it not important? In the future, tell me everything about Mrs. Wolseley!"

Mary nodded. "Alright, Mr. Wolseley. I'll go up and apply the medicine for Mrs. Wolseley."

Lance suddenly stopped Mary and said lightly, "Give me the medicine box."

In the room.

Yvette got up and changed her torn clothes, and there was a pain in her heel.

She looked down and saw that the wound was pierced again, and the blood soaked the gauze.

She squatted down helplessly and suddenly felt so sad in her heart.

In the past, Yvette had been high-spirited. She had received all kinds of affirmation from the teachers...

But now, for a man who did not love her, what had Yvette fallen into?

She wrapped her arms around herself and buried her face deep in her knees.

How did you end up like this...

The door was opened.

Yvette thought that it was Mary coming.

Yvette did not move and said with a heavy nasal voice, "Mary, I don't want to eat. I want to be alone."

Lance stood still. His long and straight eyelashes covered the emotions in his eyes.

At this moment, Yvette was no longer as fierce as before, like a broken doll without a soul. She was fragile. and beautiful.

The window was still open, and the cold wind blew in, cutting off Lance's heart and tearing a gap in his heart.

That cold heart, for the first time, felt regretful.

Wasn't Lance too rough just now? Did he hurt Yvette?

When Lance thought of this, he quickly walked over and gently carried her to the bed.

The moment Lance got closer, Yvette thought it was Mary. Yvette said lazily, "Mary, I really don't..."

When Yvette smelled the familiar scent, she suddenly raised her head and saw the handsome face that could

topple all living beings. Yvette panicked and wanted to push him away.

Lance held her wrist and only used half of his strength. His voice was magnetic and deep. "Don't move, I'll

apply the medicine for you."

Yvette was stunned for a moment.

She was a little confused about the situation.

Yvette watched Lance use his extremely clean and beautiful hands to gently hold her foot and carefully remove the gauze on it.

Yvette was confused. "Are you possessed by a ghost?"

Lance looked up and raised his eyebrows. "Are you retarded?”

Yvette couldn't think of any other reason that could explain Lance's abnormality.

Suddenly, Yvette pulled back her foot and wrapped herself tightly with a quilt. Her face was full of vigilance. "Don't tell me you're not going to give up!"

After that, Yvette covered her mouth tightly.

Instantly, the man's good-looking face twitched.