Secretary’s Secret Lover by Zayla Quinn
Chapter 34

Secretary's Secret Lover By Zayla Quinn Chapter 33 Can I Pursue You After Your Divorce?

But Larice only said indifferently, "There's nothing to be annoyed about. If you can't bear the pain, call me."

He did not mention his marriage at all.

Then, he looked at his watch and said, "I have something to do. Yazmin, you should rest early."

In the room, only Lena and Yazmin were left.

"Lena, did you hear that? What did he just say?" Yazmin asked in despair.

Yvette didn't like it?

What Lance meant was that he would not let Yazmin go to look for Yvette!

Was Yvette so important in his heart?

More important than Yazmin?

Yazmin's breath became more rapid, and her weak expression became distorted.

Lena quickly put her arm around Yazmin's shoulder and comforted her, "Ms. Myers, don't be sad. Since Mr.

Wolseley didn't say it out loud, it means that he has shown mercy. You must keep calm."

"How should I keep calm?" Yazmin's face was pale and her voice was trembling. "That bitch is pregnant."

Lena's eyes revealed a fierce light. "Are you sure about it?"

"I am sure that she is pregnant." Yazmin cried. "Lena, what should I do?"

A sinister smile appeared at the corner of Lena's eyes. "Just let her baby disappear."

"But I'm afraid that Lance will replace out. He doesn't trust me as much as before."

"Ms. Myers, the worst way is to do it yourself. You have to learn how to make others do things for you while staying away from it," Lena said meaningfully.

Then, Lena's eyes fell on Yazmin's neck. When Yazmin moved, she revealed a small red mark, which was very

charming.

Lena instructed, "Ms. Myers, don't see Mr. Wolseley for the next few days."

Yazmin panicked. "Why?"

"Men love clean women. If he sees your neck, do you think he will marry you?" Lena pointed out.

When Lena said this, Yazmin angrily threw the things on the table all over the ground again.

Her face was delicate and beautiful, and her figure was also hot as hell. Yazmin had all the capital to be Mrs. Wolseley.

But why did Lance not want her?

It caused Yazmin to torture herself for being a little more serious.

Thinking of Lena's reminder, she picked up her phone and dialed, "Emilie? Sorry, I've been a little busy recently. Can you show me the investment case you mentioned to me last time?" After that unhappy day, Yvette did not see Lance for a week.

During the week, Tanya had come to see her, but Yvette lied when Tanya asked about Lance. After all, Tanya and Lance were mother and son. Yvette did not want to create a rift between them because of her. Today was the day Yvette was going to take out stitches, Tanya called early in the morning and said that she would take Yvette to the hospital.

Soon, Mary came to call her downstairs.

As soon as Yvette arrived, she saw Lance waiting at the door.

He was wearing a dark suit with a very indifferent expression on his face as he made a phone call. Under the sunlight, his jeweled cufflinks emitted a faint blue light, making him look like an elegant and noble gentleman. He was eye-catching.

This was Lance, calm and noble.

As long as one did not provoke him, he would not tear off his mask.

Yvette lowered her eyes and became cautious.

Lance saw her come down and hung up. "Mom has something to do, so I'm here."

"No need to trouble you. I can do it alone." Yvette didn't want to be with him.

"I want to complete the task," Lance said ihdifferently and turned to leave.

Of course, it was Tanya who handed him the task.

Yvette followed behind and got into the car. Both of them sat in the back row and did not speak all the way.

There seemed to be a wall between them.

However, the faintly discernible fragrance was unavoidable.

Yvette felt that it was so good to smell.

She probably wouldn't have many opportunities to smell it, so she no longer restrained herself and closed her

eyes.

They soon arrived at the hospital.

When they entered the door, Lance walked in front and his phone vibrated.

He took it out. Yvette looked up and saw the word 'Yazmin'. Her heart ached for a few seconds. She

immediately looked away and walked past him.

After all, Lance had never hung up on Yazmin, and it took a long time to answer it.

But the next second, the bell stopped. Lance walked over quickly and reached out to rub Yvette's hair. As usual, he said, "Why are you so fast?" Yvette froze for a moment, so much so that she ignored Lance's gentle touch on her head.

Did he just hang up Yazmin?

How was that possible?

That was Yazmin calling!

The girl that Lance treasured so much.

Unless she was wrong. That might not be Yazmin's phone number.

But soon, Lance's phone vibrated again.

This time, Yvette saw it clearly. It was exactly from Yazmin.

The next second, the man's slender fingers clicked no without hesitation, and he even muted it.

How was this possible?

Yvette was stunned in place until Lance pinched her face in amusement.

"Why are you in a daze?"

Only then did Yvette come back to her senses. She unnaturally looked away, not saying a word.

Perhaps it was because Lance and Yazmin had a quarrel. Yvette should not think too much about it.

The man looked at his fingertips and his eyes deepened.

Entering the room, Yvette saw the words "special VIP ward" written on the desk. She thought that she had

gone wrong.

She remembered that a nurse could do such a small thing as taking out stitches.

Just as Yvette was about to get up, she heard a familiar and frivolous voice. "Yvette, sit down."

Yvette looked up. The man's white coat seemed to be casually put on. He had a pair of peach blossom eyes. When he looked at people, his eyes were always sparkling and his skin was beautiful. However, he looked particularly unreliable and not steady.

Seeing that she was still standing, Marvin smiled intimately. "Sit down."

"There's no need for that. I just need a nurse for this small matter."

Marvin laughed and clicked his tongue. "You still don't believe me. Although I haven't been seeing patients for

a long time, it's not a problem for me to take out stitches."

Yvette knew that this was Marvin being humble. He was the youngest medical doctor in New York, but he suddenly quit when he was at the top and no longer operated.

No one knew the reason.

Marvin was the childhood friend of Lance, and although she also knew him, she did not have much contact

with him.

Yvette did not want to trouble him.

At this time, Lance approached. Lance directly pressed her shoulder and said in a lazy voice, "Sit down."

Yvette thought that Lance must have felt that she was wasting time here, so she no longer refused and sat down properly. "Put your hand on it," Marvin said with a smile.

Yvette was calm on the surface, but she could not help but be afraid in her heart.

She was very afraid of needles.

Today was not like that day when Yvette could lean her head in Tanya's arms and be a quail.

Yvette trembled and put her hand on it. Before Marvin touched it, she shrank.

Marvin smiled. "Yvette, you don't believe me so much."

Yvette didn't want to waste their time, so she held back her fear and put her hand on the desk.

Just as Marvin's fingertips were about to touch it, he was stopped by Lance. Lance said coldly, "Where are

your gloves?"

What was wrong with touching without gloves?

Marvin leisurely said, "I disinfected my hands!"

"Put them on!" The man was resolute and decisive, without the slightest leeway.

Marvin frowned and obediently put on his gloves.

Lance was afraid that Yvette would leave a scar, so he called Marvin over.

Now, Lance didn't allow Marvin to touch her hands!

Based on this overbearing possessiveness, it didn't look like Lance wanted a divorce.

Marvin's mind moved, and his beautiful peach blossom eyes smiled as he looked at Yvette. "Yvette, when you become single, can I pursue you?"