Secretary’s Secret Lover by Zayla Quinn
Chapter 60

Secretary's Secret Lover By Zayla Quinn Chapter 60 You Will Beg Me Soon, the car drove into the park.

It was a good place to watch the sunrise here. They had been here before.

However, this park was closed except for the specific sightseeing day.

Lance's car had an S-Class pass, so no one could stop him.

He parked the car on the hill and then carried Yvette to the hood. He propped his hands on her both sides and asked, "Do you remember this place?"

Yvette blushed in an instant.

On their first anniversary, she had sex with him three times here to return his gift.

What did he mean by bringing her here?

Just as Yvette was thinking about it, Lance pressed her down on the hood. Her back was pressed against the

cold and hard surface.

Yvette pushed Lance hard, but she was pressed down by him.

Then, from her forehead to the tip of her nose and her neck, Lance kissed them all, and his hand wandered on

her body unscrupulously.

After kissing for a long time, Lance raised his head and his beautiful eyes were filled with desire.

"If you want to have sex, I can satisfy you. Why go replace another man?"

Lance approached Yvette again and gently bit her earlobe. He said pointedly, "Can others understand you as well as me? Only I know what posture you like for sex."

Yvette's expression instantly changed. Lance wanted to humiliate her.

"Lance, I don't want sex. You can't force me to do that!" She was both angry and embarrassed.

"You will beg me." The corners of Lance's mouth twitched. His eyes were dark and gloomy.

After saying that, he carried Yvette back to the back seat and pressed a button. The sunroof opened and the two seats at the front moved forward. The back seat immediately became much more spacious. But it made the atmosphere more obscene as if they were lying in the wild.

Lance pinched her slender waist, and he looked like a wolf that had been hungry for a long time. He was

determined to have sex with her.

Yvette panicked. She clenched the clothes on her chest and said in a shaking voice, "Lance, don't go crazy. I can't. I'm not feeling well, I..."

She almost said it out.

Suddenly, her phone vibrated.

The screen of the phone falling to the ground showed the name "Charlie", causing Lance's expression to change.

The corners of Lance's mouth twitched and he said coldly, "I'll make you feel better."

After Lance finished speaking, he lifted Yvette's skirt, placed the phone at her feet, and pressed the answer button.

The moment the call connected, Yvette bit her lips and let out a muffled sound.

On the other side of the phone, Charlie's expression changed. He just bandaged himself and was worried about Yvette, so he called. "Yvette? Are you alright?"

The voice from the speaker sounded so loud in the silent night. Yvette then realized that Lance had connected the call.

Her expression changed and she wanted to push him away, but she was met with Lance's unscrupulous bully.

Yvette couldn't help but snort again, but it sounded like she was crying to Charlie.

"Yvette, what happened to you? Did Lance bully you?" asked Charlie anxiously.

Lance snorted and laughed.

"Honey, am I bullying you?"

Yvette frowned. Because she was nervous, her fingers turned white from being clenched.

Lance's eyes carried an evil smile as he continued, "Relax..."

Any adult could understand the conversation between them. They were having sex.

"Beep..."

The call was hung up.

Lance looked joyful. He lowered his head to look at Yvette who was enduring silently and asked in a hoarse voice, "Do you want sex?"

Yvette's face was pale, and her heart was full of shame and anger. She trembled and said, "Lance, you are

crazy...

"Don't... do this..."

Yvette said with a shaking voice.

"You don't want me to serve you?" Lance asked with a frown.

His clothes were neat, and he looked like he was going to attend some international conference.

Yvette was about to go crazy. She bit her lips until they bled.

Lance helped Yvette tidy up her skirt and carried her to the front passenger seat.

Yvette was like a doll and had no expression on her face.

When Lance returned to the driver's seat, he took out a wet towel and slowly wiped her hands. Only then did Yvette's expression change, and she turned to look out of the window.

The hair above her temples was wet and was stuck to her cheeks. Lance raised his hand to stroke it, but he saw Yvette shrink back in panic with her eyes full of vigilance. "What are you doing?" Lance's expression froze for a moment. "Still angry? Didn't I satisfy you? It's my apology to you."

Then, he added, "Have you ever thought from my perspective? I am a patient. Holding back my desires will damage my health, but I still did that."

He wanted to have sex with Yvette, but she was crying too much. Although he knew that she was in tears of happiness, he did not have the heart to see her cry like that. He was afraid that she would faint. "Shame on you! I have nothing to do with Charlie. Why did you connect the call and let him listen to that sound?"

Hearing Yvette say this, Lance just sneered.

"He called you in the middle of the night. Why can't I pick it up? Will you talk carefreely on the phone if I'm not around? Yvette, do you know whose wife you are? You quarreled with me for Charlie time and time again.

I didn't kill him because I wanted to do good things."

Yvette didn't want to continue the argument. The more they argued, the more ridiculous their points became.

Lance never had any scruples. Even though he knew that Yvette wanted to be his wife, he still cared about Yazmin, hugged, and comforted her in front of Yvette. He even abandoned Yvette for Yazmin. However, Yvette couldn't have his concern even as an ordinary friend.

She didn't know what to say about his action of applying double standards.

She didn't bother to argue and said weakly, "I want to go back to Spring Bay."

Lance wanted to refuse, but seeing her condition, he still silently drove the car to Spring Bay.

He opened the car door and habitually wanted to hug Yvette, but Yvette pushed him away in disgust.

"Don't touch me."

Lance's face clouded over. The anger he had accumulated all the way could no longer be suppressed.

Just because of that phone call, she reacted like this. How unwilling was she to let others know about their relationship?

"When I touched you just now, you didn't react like this." Lance raised his eyebrows and said sarcastically.

Yvette's eyes turned red when she thought about what happened just now. She said angrily, "Shame on you!"

Yazmin was right. She was nothing more than a sex doll to Lance.

Lance also said that he was addicted to her body.

Her reaction would bring him a sense of achievement.

The more Yvette hated Lance, the more furious he became. He coldly mocked her, "How can I make comfortable if I'm not shameless enough?" Yvette's expression changed, and her lips trembled. She didn't want to speak.

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"Or, did you feel like having sex with Charlie when he kissed you to experience something new?" Lance

sneered.

Yvette was accused for no reason, but she had explained it many times.

Had he ever listened to her?

He had always been preconceived and always believed in what he was thinking and never listened to her explanation.

Therefore, she didn't bother to do anything now and just let Lance think however he wanted.

"Lance, don't think of others as disgusting as you, okay?" Yvette said coldly.

Lance was so angry that the veins on his forehead bulged. He grabbed Yvette's chin and pursed his lips. "I think I'm too indulgent with you. I shouldn't care if you cry or not just now and just have sex with you!"

Yvette blushed from his pinch and sneered. "Lance, is bullying a woman all you've got?"

Yvette's words made Lance's face change as if she had crossed his bottom line.

"Say it again." He gritted his teeth.

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Chapter 61 She Thinks You Don't Like Her

"Lance, what do you think I am? Am I your sex doll, or a toy you can grab when you are venting your lust?"

Yvette was extremely upset.

Lance's expression changed and his eyes narrowed. "You think so?"

"How can I interpret your actions? If you were with Yazmin, would you have the heart to treat her like this?"

"I won't," Lance answered without thinking.

From the beginning, Lance had never thought of having anything to do with Yazmin.

Yvette's eyelashes trembled, and bitterness rose to her throat, making her feel uncomfortable.

How did she forget it?

In Lance's view, she was not worthy of being compared to Yazmin and even being mentioned.

He did not touch Yazmin not because he did not love her. Perhaps just as Yazmin said, he cherished her too

much.

When a man cherished a woman so much, he could not bear to let her suffer when he could not give her the

best.

He could not bear to let Yazmin be called a mistress.

Yvette smiled sadly and suddenly thought everything through.

"Lance, what should I do to make you let me go?"

Yvette changed her tone and her voice was soft. She reached out and hooked her arm around Lance's neck. Like a small animal, Yvette randomly bit Lance's lips.

"Do you need sex? Where do you want to do it? In the car, or somewhere else?"

Lance's face was gloomy.

Yvette seemed to not see it. Her fingers slid across his ear and panted just like he did to her.

"When you are done, let me go."

Lance reacted quickly, but there was no lust on his face. Yvette only saw gloominess and an expression she did not understand.

But Yvette did not want to understand him.

She accepted her fate and just wanted to live.

It had been two years. She more or less understood Lance.

The more she resisted, the angrier he would be.

Chapter 61 She Thinks You Don't Like Her

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