Secretary’s Secret Lover by Zayla Quinn
Chapter 51

Secretary's Secret Lover By Zayla Quinn Chapter 51 Do You Have a Conscience?

Boom!

Yvette heard a dull loud noise behind her.

Yvette turned back hesitantly.

Lance lay on the ground, motionless,

Yvette's heart skipped a beat.

She looked at her hands. There was no way she could be that strong.

Obviously, fleeing would be the wiser choice for now.

Yet finally, sensibility got the better of her. Yvette quickly walked over to Lance.

His handsome face was now sickly pale, and there were beads of sweat on his forehead.

She pushed him lightly. "Lance... Lance..."

He did not react.

Yvette was completely flustered. Tears rolled down her face as she reached out to stroke his face. "Lance, what's wrong with you? Wake up. You are scaring me..."

She squatted down and tried to help him up. However, she felt something sticky on the back of his neck.

The smell of blood was getting thicker. She reached out.

Her fair hands were dyed red with blood!

The blood... It was because of that stick...

"Blah!"

She held back the urge of vomiting and got up to call someone over. She shouted, "Here! I need help!" Marvin ran in and was stunned to see the man on the ground.

The next second, Marvin ordered calmly, "Ask Professor Walter to come over." Alfonso Walter was his colleague.

Soon after, Lance was pushed into the emergency room.

Yvette stood outside the door and waited. She was suffering.

Tears streamed down her face. She couldn't stop crying.

She thought, he was bleeding so much that even his neck was wet. Yet I didn't notice....

In an instant, she had mixed feelings, including frustration, regret, and self-blame.

She thought, I should have known...

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Back then, he did not hug me as readily as usual, and the reason for his being silent all the way in the car was that he was not feeling well.

But I was immersed so much in my world. I didn't notice that something was wrong with him at all.

I didn't care if he was sick after being hit with a stick...

She patted her head hard.

She muttered to herself, "Yvette, you are so selfish!"

She felt that a century had passed. Finally, the door to the operating room was opened.

Marvin walked out, and Yvette immediately rushed over.

"Professor Icahn, how is Lance?"

"Relax. He's fine."

Yvette relaxed instantly and asked, "Then why did he faint?"

Lance was strong. A single strike should not have caused him to faint.

Marvin solemnly said, "What hit him?"

"It was a stick. It's about this thick..."

Yvette gestured.

Marvin frowned. "He was in a coma from a blood clot on the brain. He is alright now, but he was attacked in a very dangerous spot. If he had been hit any higher, I'm afraid he wouldn't have woken up." Yvette felt that she couldn't breathe. She was so upset.

She found it hard to picture. What should she do if Lance never woke up?

"Fortunately, that was just a presumption. He'll be fine soon with some proper rest," Marvin comforted her.

Suddenly, he seemed to have remembered something and said, "However, it seems to me that the wound was caused by an iron rod, instead of a wooden stick."

Hearing Marvin's words, Yvette suddenly remembered something.

When Lance kicked the servant, the sound of the wooden stick hitting the ground was very crisp...

Indeed. It sounded more like an iron stick!

Now that she thought about it, the feeling she had at that time was right. Emilie wanted her and the baby to

die!

She did not expect Emilie to be so merciless.

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Seeing Yvette's expression, Marvin asked her, "Why don't you take a rest?"

"No need. I want to be with Lance. Thank you, Professor leahn."

Marvin looked at Yvette's back and shook his head.

He thought, it's probably fate that brings these two alike people together. Neither of their hearts matches their mouths Lance was laying on the bed.

Lanc

wearing a hospital gown. His right shoulder and the back of his head were wrapped in gauze.

When he slept, his natural domineering aura dissipated, and even the contours of his face softened.

Yvette couldn't help but reach out and use her fingertips to stroke the outline of his handsome brows, nose bridge, and lower jaw.

She thought, fate is so unfair. Every part of his body is exquisite beyond imagination.

Her hand somehow reached his Adam's apple. It was something that she had longed for a long time.

The curve of Lance's Adam's apple was very sexy, making his Adam's apple look like a towering peak.

In the past, when they were in bed, she was always well-behaved and did not dare to be impudent. Now, she suddenly felt that since she was going to divorce, she might as well get handsy.

His Adam's apple under her fingertips suddenly moved.

Before Yvette could retract her hand, Lance had already opened his eyes.

Their gazes collided.

His pupils were as black as gems. When he looked at her, she felt that she was sucked in by a black hole.

Yvette instantly tensed up.

She wanted to retract her fingers, but he grabbed her hand.

"What are you sneaking around for?"

Lance's voice was cold and cheerless, not showing any signs of fatigue from just waking up.

"There was a bug," Yvette blurted out, nervous.

"A bug?"

"Yes, I brushed it away for you."

Yvette lied seriously. Since she was so tensed up, she failed to notice the hand that was holding hers.

"I sec."

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Yvette just breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Lance raise his hand to ring the bell. She hurriedly stopped

him.

"What do you want to do? Let me."

Lance was indifferent. He pulled his lips. "Go and ask if the cleaners are doing their job properly. Why are there bugs in the VIP ward?"

Yvette's face was burning, and she froze for a second. Then she said, "Maybe I saw it wrong. It was nothing.

Let it slide."

Her voice was soft, and she said pitifully.

Then she changed the subject. "Are you still feeling unwell? Where?"

"Everywhere."

"Then I'll call the doctor to come over."

Yvette immediately was about to get up, but Lance's grip tightened. She was caught off guard and pounced on

Lance.

He trembled slightly.

Yvette quickly wanted to get up, but she couldn't move.

"A doctor won't be necessary. Come up and accompany me."

His voice sounded above her head, and she couldn't tell his emotions.

"Ah..." Yvette widened her eyes in confusion.

His voice was clear and cold as he said, "Are you going to sit there and sleep?”

Yvette got what he meant, but she still couldn't help but blush, and she stuttered a little.

"I... I'm not sleepy. If I'm sleepy, I'll change shifts with Frankie and tell him to be here."

"Yvette."

Lance was still angry, and his voice was flat and cold.

"Do you have a conscience?"

His eyes were dark, and the condemnation they contained almost enveloped Yvette.

Yvette agreed that she was responsible for what had happened to him, so she gave in.

"I'm not sleepy yet."

Seeing that she found an excuse not to get on the bed, Lance snorted coldly, "Are you afraid I'll do something

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to you? Seems that you think highly of me. You've given me too much credit!"

His words made Yvette feel so embarrassed that she just wanted to vanish.

She stammered, "No, I..."

Before she could finish speaking, he pulled her closer and said, "You want me to carry you up?"

Their breaths intertwined, and Yvette blushed.

"No need for that. I can manage it."

He exerted force in his hands and held Yvette. She got onto the bed easily.

The bed in the VIP ward was very big. It was just a bit smaller than the one at home. Lance wrapped her in his arms firmly.

"Maybe a little distance would be better," Yvette suggested, afraid of affecting his wound.

"Are we too close?"

Lance lowered his eyes and touched the tip of her nose with his tall nose. "This is close," he said in a hoarse voice.

Yvette's face turned red again. Just as she was about to speak, he had already kissed her lips.

He used the tip of his tongue to lick the edge of her lips and then let go of her. His voice was magnetic. "We can be closer."