Secretary’s Secret Lover by Zayla Quinn
Chapter 58

Secretary's Secret Lover By Zayla Quinn Chapter 58 I Apologize for Her

On the hospital bed.

The doctor checked Yazmin's body and found she was slightly concussed and needed to rest.

Lance stood by the bed and did not care about the doctor's words.

Yazmin peeked at him from the corner of her eyes. His handsome face was especially eye-catching under the incandescent light.

Lance was really attractive with a cold and seductive aura. Even if he didn't do anything, he could still make people feel a little overwhelmed.

The obsession in Yazmin's eyes was undisguised. She would never let go of such an outstanding man.

When she thought of this, her eyes became wet again. "Lance... Why do I still feel such pain? It's so

uncomfortable..."

Lance frowned coldly. "Still not feeling well? I will ask Marvin to come over and have a check."

"No, no need. I don't seem to be in so much pain. Besides, Marvin is so busy. I don't want to bother him."

Yazmin was a little flustered. She didn't want Marvin to see her. He was smart, and nothing could escape his

eyes.

"It's good that you are fine." Lance's voice was still flat.

"Why did Yvette hit you today?" he asked.

Yazmin instantly cried. "Yvette blamed me for what happened at the banquet. She said that I schemed against her. Lance, how would I plot against her? You can investigate."

Yazmin was not afraid. She had removed all the evidence that related to her.

"Yvette is too impulsive," Lance said lightly.

Yazmin paused as she wiped her tears.

Why did Lance make light of it?

That slut slapped me twice, and my face is still swollen.

Shouldn't he drag that slut over and make her kneel and beg for my forgiveness?

Her chest heaved up and down violently, and she felt wronged and resentful. Her tears kept falling.

At this time, Lena came in and was shocked to see Yazmin's face. She immediately cried.

"Ms. Myers, you... Who beat you up? If Mr. Myers knows it, he'll be so worried!

"When have you ever suffered like this? Mr. Wolseley, Ms. Myers' family is not in New York. We are all relying on you. You have to help Ms. Myers!"

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Lena had heard it all from outside the door. Lance's tone showed that he was partial to that little slut.

But she was older and more scheming than Yazmin. She knew how to use the elders to suppress Lance.

In the face of Lena's crying, Lance was a little angry and impatient.

"Then what do you want to do?" he asked in a cold voice as he looked down at Yazmin.

Yazmin's eyes flashed with a trace of coldness. Of course, she wanted to peel off that bitch's skin, get her bones out, and dismember her body into pieces to vent her anger. But she couldn't say that. She couldn't let Lance think that she was vicious.

Yazmin clenched her fists. Although she was very unwilling, she still pretended to be magnanimous and said, "Forget it. It was just a misunderstanding. Let her apologize to me." When she apologizes, I can just humiliate her.

Lena could accept that and kept crying out loud. "Ms. Myers, how can you let her go like this? You have been well protected. When have you ever been bullied like this?"

Then she looked at Lance and said, "Mr. Wolseley, don't blame me for being meddlesome. Ms. Myers' family isn't in New York, so I naturally have to care more about Ms. Myers." "Then what do you mean?" Lance asked coldly.

Lena was a smart person and was very good at handling things, so she made a reasonable request.

"In my opinion, we should at least let Ms. Thiel take two slaps as well so that Ms. Myers would not suffer in

vain."

Only then did Yazmin feel a bit more at ease. She could reluctantly accept this request.

She would definitely let Yvette know the price she had to pay since Yvette dared to slap her.

Unexpectedly, Lance glanced at her coldly and his thin lips twitched. "No."

Lena's heart skipped a beat.

She did not understand. It was fair. The request was not too excessive. Why didn't Lance agree?

Didn't Mr. Wolseley love Ms. Myers very much in the past?

Even if Yvette is the person sleeping beside him, Ms. Myers deserves justice.

The atmosphere suddenly became cold.

Yazmin was so angry that her palm almost bled, but she did not dare to show it on her face.

She said considerately, "Forget it, Lena, don't make things difficult for Lance. With Yvette's personality, I'm afraid she is not willing to do it. Let her apologize." These words also pointed out that Yvette was petty and could not be compared to Yazmin, a true lady.

She could also use this to impress Lance.

As for that slut, she could deal with Yvette at any time!

Yazmin would not suffer for nothing.

Sure enough, Yazmin's generosity eased Lance's expression.

"Yazmin, I apologize to you on behalf of Yvette," he said lightly.

What?!

Yazmin's face turned pale and she almost thought that she heard it wrong!

What did he mean by apologizing on behalf of Yvette? She didn't deserve it!

Yazmin really couldn't continue pretending and cried, "Lance, she slapped me twice, making me concussed. You even refused to let her apologize to me?" Lena cried and shouted, "Mr. Wolseley, you are a little biased. If Mr. Myers knows that Ms. Myers suffered, he

definitely won't let that woman off so easily!"

"If Mr. Myers has any objections, I will personally apologize," Lance said coldly.

Yazmin cried her heart out. "Lance, you know that I don't mean that. I am just sad. You said that you would

treat me as your sister. If Tiara was beaten today, would you let it go so easily?

"I know that you have been wronged. I can promise you something that I can do.

"Alright, it's getting late. Have a good rest."

Lance still had something to do, so he left without any hesitation.

After he left, Yazmin smashed everything in the ward to the ground like crazy.

After venting, she took a deep breath and said with a gloomy face, "Lena, I want the bastard in that bitch's

belly to disappear!"

Now, even Lance has changed.

That baby must die!

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Lena's eyes flashed. "Ms. Myers, I heard that Ms. Thackeray is not willing to go abroad and is causing trouble at home. Let's talk to Ms. Thackeray again." Yazmin's expression relaxed.

That idiot could indeed be used again.

By the window of the ward.

With a bang, a blue flame sprang up from the lighter.

It outlined the gloom in the man's slanted eyes, cold and deep.

There was a knock on the door.

Frankie pushed the door open and came in.

"Mr. Wolseley, I didn't replace Mrs. Wolseley."

Lance pressed the cigarette in his mouth, but he still couldn't suppress the discomfort in his chest.

In his mind, he always remembered Yvette's careful expression when he told him not to leave. "Prepare the car," he said coldly.

Frankie frowned.

Lance's wound had split open in the afternoon, and the bandage was soaked in blood.

He was a little worried. "Mr. Wolseley, your body..."

"Go," Lance said coldly.

In the back seat of the Bentley.

Lance rubbed his eyebrows and asked, "Have you found the surveillance footage?"

"Found it."

Frankie thought for a while and whispered, "Mrs. Wolseley was taken away by a man."

In fact, she was carried away, but he did not dare to say that word, fearing that Lance would get angry.

Lance stretched out his hand, and Frankie fearfully handed the tablet over.

In an instant, coldness enveloped the entire car.

Crash!

The tablet was smashed hard, shattering into pieces.

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Yvette opened her eyes.

She could only see black, white, and gray. It was an unfamiliar room.

She frowned and was just about to get up when she heard the door open.

"You're awake?" Charlie quickly walked over and helped Yvette sit up.

"How would I be here?" Yvette touched her forehead and asked in a hoarse voice.

"You fainted. The doctor said that you were too tired and asked you to go home and rest more. I didn't know

where your house was, so I brought you to my house."

Yvette pursed her lips and was still digesting the fact that she had woken up in another man's house.

Charlie said apologetically, "I'm sorry, Yvette. I knew it was inappropriate, so I called Ellen, but she didn't

answer."

Charlie was the one who said this, but only Yvette felt embarrassed.

If not for Charlie, no one would care if she slept on the ground.

"It's fine. Thank you, Charlie," she said softly.

Looking at Yvette's face, Charlie was so worried about her.

"Yvette, when I arrived, I saw your husband leave with a woman. He...'

Charlie frowned and asked, "Does he treat you badly?"

Yvette was silent for a moment and did not know how to answer.

"Forget it. These are not important."

Charlie stood up and said, "Do you want to rest for a while, or should I send you back now?"

Yvette said that it was already very late, and it was not appropriate for a man and a woman to stay together in

a house.

In front of the car, Charlie helped her open the door like a gentleman.

After getting in the car, he handed Yvette a bottle of water and even helped her open it.

"Thank you." Yvette took it, took a sip, and put it down.

After he drove for a while, there was a traffic jam.

Charlie looked at the map and realized that there was an accident on the expressway.

He drove slowly and told Yvette about the embarrassing things he had encountered when he was studying

abroad.

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Charlie was funny, diverting Yvette's attention. She listened happily.

Yvette couldn't help but smile when she heard the funny part.

Charlie glanced at her bright smile as if he had returned to school and saw the beautiful girl at a glance.

He looked ahead and raised his eyebrows. "Finally, you don't look like I kidnapped you."

Yvette was a little embarrassed. She looked at her face from the window and asked, "It's not that obvious, right?"

"It's not, but you look very beautiful when you smile," he said.

Then, he added, "Even if you don't smile, you look charming."

"Charlie, a lot of women must be chasing after you, right?" Yvette smiled.

He was handsome, gentle, and humorous.

Charlie said, "Yes, but I haven't been in a relationship since I went to university."

"Why?" Yvette was quite surprised. After all, Charlie was perfect.

Charlie turned the steering wheel and said casually, "The girl I like... She is married."

"Oh." Yvette felt that it was a sad thing, so she didn't ask too much.

"Charlie, you are so outstanding. You will meet someone suitable in the future," she added.

Charlie said gently, "I hope so."

After getting off the expressway, they stopped at a red light.

Charlie picked up the water and opened it to drink.

Yvette looked at it. It was the water she had drunk and subconsciously stopped him. "Charlie, that water...'

However, Charlie had already drunk it.

He looked down at the water bottle in his hand and realized. "Sorry, I didn't notice."

Yvette was a little embarrassed. Fortunately, the green light lit up and the car started again.

After that, he drove unimpededly and the speed of the car increased.

Perhaps it was because Charlie drove too smoothly that Yvette started to feel sleepy.

Ever since she got pregnant, it had been easy for her to get sleepy. After holding on for a while, she finally fell

asleep with her eyelids lowered.

After arriving at Spring Bay, the gray Mercedes stopped steadily.

Charlie did not wake her up. He just stopped the car and sat quietly.

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He adjusted the air conditioner to a suitable temperature and drew the profile of the girl.

Yvette had actually changed a lot. She was different from when she was at university. At that time, she still had girlish chubbiness and was a pure little girl.

Now, because she was thin, her chin was sharp, making her face look smaller.

She was pure and had a sense of fragility that could bewitch people.

She could easily make a man feel pity for her and have a crush on her.

His eyes darkened for a second. His slender fingers pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, and he naturally picked up the bottle of water and drank it.

The water flowed between his lips and tongue.

He suddenly felt that the water today was sweeter than any other day.

Outside the car window, the shadows of trees were mottled.

The girl moved her neck as if she was about to wake up.

Charlie suddenly leaned over to stroke the hair on the girl's cheek. His posture was extremely ambiguous. Through the car window, it was like he was kissing his lover.

Yvette also woke up at this time. The man's dry knuckles touched her hair, and he hadn't taken his hand back.

She was stunned for a second. "Charlie..."

She had just woken up, and there was a little confusion in her cute eyes, which made Charlie's heart skip a

beat.

He retracted his hand and smiled gently, "I'm afraid that your hair will be stained with the ointment of your

wound."

"Thank you."

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Yvette's eyes dimmed, and she thought of some unhappiness.

The wound on her face was caused by Yazmin's handbag.

Charlie opened the car door for her. The wind outside was a little strong. He stood by the car and considerately blocked the wind for her.

Yvette was very grateful that Charlie had helped her so much today. Out of courtesy, she should invite him to

go up and have a cup of tea or something.

But it was too late and not appropriate.

"Rest early. I still have to go back and handle some work."

Charlie spoke in time and helped her say it.

"Thank you for today, Charlie."

"You don't have to be polite with me. See you later."

"OK, be careful on your way." Yvette stood there and waved her hand.

At this moment.

A black Bentley that had followed them all the way quietly lurked in the dark night like a wild beast that would attack at any moment.

The low temperature in the car made people freeze.

Frankie was drenched in a cold sweat. He felt that what was beneath his butt was not a seat but a torture tool.

This was the first time he had understood the expression, "on pins and needles".

They followed Charlie's car from his house all the way to Spring Bay, and Charlie was reckless. After parking the car, he even kissed Yvette in the car...

Just now, he was afraid that Lance would smash a big hole in the car with his bare hands.

Seeing that Charlie got into the car and Lance did not do anything, Frankie became more and more uneasy.

Silence meant trouble was brewing.

The man in the back seat suddenly opened his eyes and said in a fierce and cold voice, "Get down."

"Huh?"

Before Frankie could understand what was going on, he had already been pulled down. Lance then sat in the driver's seat.

Through the car window, his face was like a painting and could not be seen clearly, and his eyes were misty.

The next second.

"Bang!"

A loud noise shattered the dark night.

The black Bentley rushed out like a cheetah, running into the gray Mercedes that had just started.