Secretary’s Secret Lover by Zayla Quinn
Chapter 61

Secretary's Secret Lover By Zayla Quinn Chapter 61 She Thinks You Don't Like Her

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"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.

If she annoyed him, it would become difficult for her to leave.

Even if not for love, Lance would keep Yvette by his side.

Before their divorce, if she wanted to live a peaceful life, she had to satisfy him and let him vent his anger. Yvette released Lance and unbuttoned the buttons on her chest in front of him, revealing her fair collarbone.

and boobs...

Lance's eyes immediately darkened. Yvette looked skinny, but he knew how plump her boobs were.

Lance frowned and picked Yvette up. "Not here." His breath was unstable as he said.

Then, he carried her upstairs. Yvette kept her arm around Lance's neck all the way, and when they got home, she even opened the door with her fingerprint. She was thrown onto the sofa, and Lance covered her lips almost in a second. He stuck his tongue into her

mouth and was particularly fierce.

He was not a saint, and his desire had been raised on the mountain. He held back until now and was going to

lose control.

What was more, Yvette was seducing him.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, taking an unprecedented initiative. They bit on each other, and the

sound of their moans could make anyone's face red and heart pound.

Lance unbuttoned Yvette's shirt, and at the moment when his reason was about to be gone, Yvette held his hand and looked into his dark eyes.

"You promised that you would let me go once you're done."

At this time, Lance was on the verge of losing control, so he didn't have a reason to refuse.

Yvette knew that, and it was why she took the initiative.

Lance narrowed his eyes and exuded chilling coldness. "Are you serious?"

"Lance, I'm not joking." Yvette looked straight at him, not freaking out in the slightest.

Lance's eyes darkened, and he asked again, "Have you decided to cut off all ties with me?"

The atmosphere was quiet and oppressive.

It was as if Yvette had reached a critical point where she was about to explode. Her reluctance got stronger, and she released it. She nodded with difficulty. Lance's face froze for a while, and his eyes were cold. He said, "Yvette, do you think that I can't have sex with

another woman?"

Yvette felt bitter in her heart. She wanted to replace some evidence that Lance had to be with her.

Unfortunately, there was none.

She said indifferently, "I know who I am to you. Please don't look for me in the future except for the divorce." "Okay."

Lance stared at Yvette, and the desire shown on his face faded. He turned over and stood up.

With a bang, the door was slammed.

Yvette lay on the sofa and did not move. A throbbing pain spread through her heart.

After a long time, she murmured, "Yvette, you are the only one left."

After coming out of Spring Bay, the black Bentley drove to a bar.

By the time Marvin arrived, there were already a few empty bottles on the table.

Lance looked decadent. He raised his glass and took a sip. Beside Lance was Jamie, who was drinking with

him.

Marvin looked like he saw two madmen.

He grabbed the glass in Lance's hand with angry eyes. "Lance, do you not care about your life?"

Jamie also drank a lot, and his voice carried a bit of drunkenness, "Such little wine won't be a problem."

Before Marvin could speak, Lance knocked on the table with his slender fingers, indicating for the waiter to fill the glass up.

The waiter held the wine and looked at Lance in a dilemma.

"Get out!" Marvin said grumpily.

The waiter was relieved and ran out.

Marvin sat down and said to Jamie, "Do you know that he just finished the operation yesterday? He came to drink today because he overestimates the toughness of his life."

Jamie did not know that Lance hid the news from others.

"What happened?" Jamie asked with a frown.

Marvin snorted, "He pushed himself and acted like a hero saving a beauty."

Jamie thought of Yazmin and asked, "What happened to Yazmin?"

"It has nothing to do with Yazmin," Marvin said.

Jamie frowned. "Then, is it related to Yvette?"

"Correct," Marvin asked the waiter to bring him some beverage to sober Lance up. He pushed it in front of Lance and asked, "What's going on? Tell me."

In the morning when Marvin went for the rounds of the wards and saw the two flirting with each other. But soon after, there was a problem between them.

Lance picked up the beverage and took a sip. He felt bitterness in his throat and he did not say anything.

Seeing that Lance was silent, Marvin mocked him, "Lance, if you don't like Yvette, you should divorce her as soon as possible. The women who are waiting to pursue you are waiting in line. Just do a good deed and give the single socialites in New York an opportunity."

Jamie also snorted coldly, "That's right. It's not worth it to get drunk for a woman!"

Lance tightened his grip on the cup as he glanced coldly at the two.

Marvin acted as if he had not seen anything and continued, "But Yvette is quite attractive. I like her quite a lot."

Bang!

A loud sound rang out.

Lance crushed the cup in his hand with his bare hands.

His tone was cold and he looked determined. "Don't you dare to have designs on her!"

"Hey! Why are you turning your back on her when you care about her so much?"

Marvin raised his eyebrows and asked, "Do you still want to marry Yazmin?"

"No. I have made it clear to Yazmin."

These words were quite surprising. Jamie also looked over.

"Then, what is there to make a fuss about?"

Lance said in annoyance, "We have agreed to divorce."

Marvin was stunned. "Weren't you close in the morning? How could that be?"

Marvin thought for a moment and asked, "Did you tell Yvette about Yazmin?"

Lance was silent. Was there a need to say it?

Yvette now had another man in her heart. Rather than letting her have a grudge, it was better to grant her

wish.

Marvin roughly knew what was going on.

"Since you've made it clear to Yazmin, you have to tell Yvette about this. Otherwise, she will think that

don't like her, so she will fall out with you.'

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Lance said irritably, "No need."

He disdained to ask a woman who had fallen for another man to stay.

Marvin sensed Lance's stubbornness and didn't bother to persuade him. He said, "Just go ahead. When Yvette dislikes you, what will you do?"

Lance frowned and asked, "What did you say?"

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