Secretary’s Secret Lover by Zayla Quinn
Chapter 35

Secretary's Secret Lover By Zayla Quinn Chapter 34 I Don't Want to Divorce

Yvette naturally wouldn't take it seriously. She pursed her lips and smiled without responding.

"If you don't say anything, I'll take it as a yes." Marvin smiled like a fox, completely ignoring the gaze of death.

that was shooting from the top.

Marvin was in a good mood after destroying Lance's mood. Marvin said in a gentle voice, "Don't move,

Yvette."

Yvette was very obedient, but her forehead was covered in sweat and her hands were shaking violently.

She couldn't face it alone...

Lance also knew this.

Marvin couldn't bear to watch any longer and smiled at the man who couldn't bear to look at her, "Lance, give her some support."

Unexpectedly, Yvette directly said coldly, "No need, I can stand it."

Not expecting to be rejected, Lance twitched his lips and stood beside Yvette with his hands in his pockets.

Marvin blinked at Lance, meaning that Marvin had tried his best.

Seeing Marvin pick up his tools, Yvette tightly pursed her lips and her eyelids could not help but tremble.

"If you don't dare to look, then don't look." Lance suddenly opened his mouth.

The next second, Lance pulled a chair and sat down, pressing Yvette's head on his chest overbearingly.

Yvette was lost for words.

Although Yvette wanted to push him away, she was really afraid of this needle. Her mind was tangled for a while, and a slight pain came from her hand.

She was so scared that she reached out and put her arms around the man's thin waist tightly.

"Didn't you say you don't need it?" The man laughed softly.

Being caught off guard by the question, Yvette blushed and was about to withdraw her hand.

However, Yvette was held down tightly by Lance. His magnetic and sexy voice came. He said, "Hold me tightly."

At such a close distance, it was very easy to make people imagine.

Yvette's face was buried in his arms. Even if she flushed, no one could see it.

She relaxed a little and quietly listened to Lance's steady and powerful heartbeat.

It made her feel at ease.

The breath was full of her favorite cold fragrance. Yvette smelled it somewhat greedily.

She closed her eyes, not thinking about what had happened before.

It might be the last hug, so she wanted to hug him harder.

Soon, Marvin said, "Alright."

Yvette hurriedly retreated. The redness on her cheeks was not gone.

Marvin suddenly laughed, "You two aren't here to take out stitches, are you?"

Yvette was stunned, then she heard Marvin say. "You two are here to show off your intimacy." Marvin looked a bit jealous. He didn't expect to be caught off guard while working with a patient. Without waiting for Yvette to explain, Marvin continued, "Alright, follow the nurse to disinfect it." There were only two men in the room.

One was about to curse, and the other was overjoyed.

"Don't think about her," Lance said coldly.

Marvin felt that it was funny. "You're even afraid of me? I heard that you beat up Yvette's schoolmate a few days ago."

Hearing Marvin's words, Lance furrowed his eyebrows. Lance said coldly. "If you don't want your tongue, I can

cut it off."

"So rude!" Marvin chuckled and pretended to be afraid. "But you only punched once. That was not your style." Even though Lance had an aloof appearance all day long, if he was provoked, he would use all means to make that guy suffer.

Lance sneered. His eyes were dark. "He is not worthy of me doing it."

Lance didn't say it, but Yvette's warning was like a nail in his heart.

Lance subconsciously did not want to admit it was because of this warning.

Marvin raised his eyebrows. "But you looked so jealous!"

He ignored Lance's cold gaze and continued, "I think you are becoming more and more unwilling to divorce!"

"No," Lance retorted decisively.

Lance just hated this feeling of uncontrollable emotions, and what happened that day was like a fire accumulating in his chest.

Marvin thought to himself, this guy is so stubborn. One day he will pay for it.

"It's a good thing to be jealous," Marvin reminded Lance.

At this time, Yvette returned.

Marvin took out a tube of ointment and handed it to Yvette. "Yvette, this is my treasure. I guarantee that your scar will be removed when you use it and your little hands will be pretty again." Yvette took it and obediently said, "Thank you, Mr. Icahn."

"Why are you calling Mr. Icahn? Call me Marvin." Marvin's eyes curved slightly as he teased Yvette.

"Alright!" Without waiting for Yvette to speak, Lance held her hand and walked out without looking back. Behind them, Marvin shouted fearlessly, "Yvette, don't forget our agreement!"

Yvette was speechless.

Lance walked very quickly as if there was a monster behind him. Yvette almost could not keep up.

When they reached the door, Lance suddenly said, "Ignore him."

Yvette nodded.

Lance said, "He is joking."

"I know," said Yvette.

She wasn't stupid and wouldn't think that Marvin was really interested in her.

Yvette was not Marvin's cup of tea.

Lance was finally satisfied and asked lightly, "Where are you going? I'll send you off."

Yvette shook her head and said, "No need to trouble you. I'll take a taxi."

Lance directly opened the car door for her, saying, "My mission today is to send you to your place."

Yvette was a little doubtful.

Did Lance really listen to Tanya so much?

Then why didn't Lance listen to Tanya when she told him not to divorce?

"Then please send me to the old house."

As soon as Yvette said this, a strange silence spread between the two.

Everyone knew what it meant to go to the old house.

Yvette continued, "Do you have time now? Let's go and make it clear to Tanya. We can go to divorce in the

afternoon."

Lance's eyes were cold, as if he was laughing, but also as if he was laughing in anger.

"Alright."

As soon as he agreed, Yvette swiftly got into the car and was extremely obedient.

Lance personally drove the car. His shirt was casually rolled up, and his fingers on the steering wheel were

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slender and beautiful.

The wind blew the hair on his temples, and his extremely handsome profile was eye-catching.

Lance seemed to have noticed her gaze and looked up. "What are you looking at?"

His eyes shone in the sunlight reflected by the windproof glass.

In an instant, Yvette suddenly thought of a sentence. Thousands of stars could not compare to one in his

eyes.

But this one did not shine for her.

"No," Yvette denied.

Lance smiled coldly and turned his head away.

On the way, Yazmin called again.

Lance did not hang up this time. He immediately picked it up and even turned on the speaker.

Yazmin said in a sweet voice, "Lance, why didn't you pick up my call?"

"I'm driving."

"You scared me to death. I thought you didn't want me anymore. I cried. I was so sad..."

Yazmin kept acting like a spoiled child over the phone, so it was easy to imagine that in reality, how close the

relationship between them was.

Yvette felt goosebumps all over her body.

Why would Lance listen to it and even put it on the speaker?

Lance couldn't continue listening and wanted to hang up, but he wanted to see what Yvette's expression was

at the moment.

Marvin said that jealousy meant love, so why wasn't she jealous?

Yazmin was still acting like a spoiled child over the phone. Her words were becoming bolder. Yvette couldn't bear to hear it. She was afraid that Yazmin would say something more explicit. Yvette coughed lightly.

Yazmin exclaimed, "Lance, is there anyone beside you?"

Lance looked at the girl who deliberately coughed and smiled. Did Yvette care?

"Yes, Yvette is here."

"What?" Yazmin was shocked. Fortunately, she did not say anything wrong.

"What are you doing together?" Yazmin asked vigilantly.

Yvette said, "Getting a divorce."

Lance didn't expect her to speak, and the temperature in his eyes suddenly turned cold.

On the other side, Yazmin was pleasantly surprised. "Lance, is it true? I am so happy. I feel no pain now!"

"I'll call you back later."

Lance hurriedly hung up the phone and gave Yvette a cold glare. "Why did you tell her?"