Secretary’s Secret Lover by Zayla Quinn
Chapter 39

Secretary's Secret Lover By Zayla Quinn Chapter 39 Only the Title of Mrs. Wolseley

Yazmin suddenly panicked when she met Lance's scrutinizing look.

The reason why she knew it was that she had asked Lena to buy the servants from the old residence.

This was definitely something she couldn't say!

"Yazmin, I don't like people lying to me!"

Seeing that she didn't say anything, Lance approached her with cold eyes, his tone warning.

"Lance, are you suspecting me?"

Before Yazmin could finish her words, tears fell down, and she felt extremely wronged.

"How would I know? Of course, I guessed it. You are so good to your grandpa, so it is impossible for you to upset him!"

Lance looked at her coldly. He did not look moved.

Yazmin knew that he was not completely convinced.

She was furious and blurted out, "Lance, are you in love with her and don't want to divorce?"

Lance frowned deeply. This topic had been brought up again and again today.

Did he fall in love with Yvette?

How could it be? He would not fall in love with anyone!

In his mind, the appearance of Yvette with red eyes appeared, and the tears seemed to fall into his heart.

He found that he could not say out loud that he did not love Yvette.

Yazmin was angry and desperate because Lance was silent!

Just as she was about to question him, Lena came in from outside, grabbed the corner of Yazmin's garment, and gently shook her head at her. Then, Lena cried exaggeratedly, "Ms. Myers, the doctor just told you not to get agitated. Why don't you take

these words to heart?"

Yazmin also understood and immediately hugged Lena and cried sadly.

They two cried together, making Lance realize that Yazmin was still a patient, and his overbearing aura was instantly put away.

His tone was indifferent. "Yazmin, think carefully about whether you must marry me or not. You should know that I can only give you the title of Mrs. Wolseley. Before you went abroad, this was what I said. Now, I still say such words. I hope that you will live happily, instead of being a resentful woman with the title of Mrs. Wolseley."

Lance's words deeply stunned Yazmin!

Yazmin thus went blank for a while.

Back then, she had left the country because she had tricked Lance into coming to her while she was drunk

and wanted to have sex with him. However, even though she had stripped naked, Lance still was not willing to look at her. He even said that he would never have sex with her.

He could treat her well, but he would never do what lovers should do to her.

How could the proud Yazmin bear it? She went abroad by air the next day.

She had thought that Lance had come to coax her, but she did not expect to hear the news that Lance had a flash marriage.

Now as if the story had restarted, Yazmin must firmly keep Lance by her side.

She wanted to have both the title of Mrs. Wolseley and Lance's heart!

She looked at Lance, who was about to turn around and leave, and directly fell off the bed.

"Dong!"

As expected, she attracted Lance's attention. He stopped and turned around. He looked at Lena who was stunned on the side and said sharply, "Hurry up and help her up!"

Yazmin shook off Lena's hand and crawled toward Lance.

She cried as she crawled and said emotionally, "Lance, you clearly know how much I love you. Without you, there is no point for me in living..."

Yazmin crawled toward Lance with her weak legs on the ground with great effort.

Anyone would be moved by this scene.

Sure enough, Lance frowned and wanted to walk toward Yazmin, but then his phone rang.

He answered it and heard Marvin's casual tone on the other side of the line, "Lance, I've already seen eleven

men hitting on Yvette. If you don't want her anymore, tell me. I'll take her first."

"What are you talking about?" Lance didn't understand why Yvette was involved.

Wasn't Yvette at home?

Marvin said, "I'm at Boiling Bar, and so is she."

Lance's eyes instantly darkened. He said coldly, "Watch over her, or I'll shut off the bar!"

Marvin hissed and said, "You actually want to shut off my sideline? Am I still your friend?"

Lance directly hung up the phone, walked up, and picked up Yazmin.

Yazmin was very pleased with herself. She did not believe that she would not be able to move Lance!

He finally came and picked her up!

After being together for so many years, how could Lance not have feelings for her? He just did not realize it.

With tears in her eyes, Yazmin stretched out her hand to hook Lance's neck, but he put her on the bed.

Then, he turned to look at Lena and said coldly, "If you don't take good care of her again, you can retire and go home!"

This was an order and a warning.

Lena was scared when she heard this.

Lance knew that she had been taking care of Yazmin since she was born, so Lance respected her.

This was the first time he was being so merciless.

Lena's expression recovered very quickly as she replied in a low voice, "Don't worry, Mr. Wolseley."

Yazmin widened her eyes as she watched Lance turn around and leave without hesitation.

She was just about to get out of bed and chase after him when Lena held her arms down.

Lena shook her head and reminded her, "Ms. Myers, don't make Mr. Wolseley lose all his patience and affection for you."

Yazmin's body went limp, and she fell onto the bed, unable to stop her tears.

"Lena, I'm so scared. Will Lance abandon me? What should I do?"

Lena patted Yazmin on the back and comforted her, "Ms. Myers, Mr. Wolseley is just not divorcing for the time being. We have many ways to get him to divorce quickly. The most important thing now is to keep calm. Mr. Wolseley's affection for you is your bargaining chip."

Such words ignited the flames in Yazmin's eyes.

What Lena said was true. Lance just temporarily did not divorce. If it wasn't for his grandfather, Lance would

have divorced Yvette long ago.

The most important thing now was that the child in Yvette's belly had to disappear.

Yazmin sat up straight and slowly wiped away her tears. She turned back into a gentle and generous lady.

She flipped through her phone and saw that everything was Yvette's schedule.

The Boiling Bar?

A haze flashed through her eyes. Lance had indeed gone to see Yvette.

"Let Emilie come to me and say that I agreed to her investment plan," she instructed Lena.

Lena nodded. "I will arrange it."

Yazmin lay down slowly, her eyes full of malice.

She thought, it will be so good if both the bitch and her child die!

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At the Boiling Bar.

Yvette was wearing a long white skirt that reached her ankles under the open shirt, which was incompatible with the nightclub style.

However, in this way, she was even more attractive. She was now like a rabbit that had fallen into wolves' den.

After rejecting a bunch of accountants, Ellen was already a little drunk.

She smiled and said, "Yvette, you make other girls who come to the bar to attract men suffer great losses!"

Seeing another man come over, Ellen silently mouthed, "The twentieth one."

Yvette broke a record!

For someone like Ellen who often came to bars, she had only met a dozen or so`men that came to strike up a conversation.

Yvette really easily broke her record tonight.

"Beauties, can I sit here?" The man in the shiny jacket said with a wretched face.

"I am sorry. We have a friend here," Ellen refused.

What a joke! They were sitting in the car seat, and how could others casually sit together?

However, it was obvious that this man was very thick-skinned. He said, "Don't lie to me. I have been observing for so long. There is no one else here at all."

Ellen was annoyed. "Even if there is no one else, we don't want to share the seat with you. This is the seat we spent money on."

The man in the jacket acted as if he hadn't heard anything and moved toward Yvette. "Hey, girl, how about I be your boyfriend?"

Yvette frowned and said coldly, "Please leave, or I will call for help!"

"Call for help?" The man had an evil smile on his face, "I just like to hear women call for help, especially when it comes to people like you who are young and lovely. Your voice must be so nice."

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