Secretary’s Secret Lover by Zayla Quinn
Chapter 62

Chapter 62 He Spits Blood

Lance's face looked stern.

Marvin was stunned and said, "I want to see what you can do."

Lance frowned.

"Just be willful like you always do," Marvin said.

Lance didn't say a word, and Jamie couldn't bear to continue listening, so he directly pointed it out.

"He said that Yvette likes you."

"What the hell?" Marvin was shocked. "Didn't you know?"

Lance's lips curled into a mocking smile, which then froze on his face.

"You're thinking too much. I'm not the person she likes!"

Lance said resolutely, his knuckles turning white as he gripped his glass.

He thought of Yvette's expression when she confronted him because of Charlie.

Then Lance remembered that Yvette had been having another man in her heart for the past two years.

All of this was like a huge rock weighing upon Lance's heart, pressing down on him until he could not breathe.

This was a humiliation for Lance!

He wanted to break Yvette and Charlie's necks.

Marvin was a little dumbfounded. "Yesterday, after you fainted, Yvette cried outside the operating room for three whole hours. When you didn't wake up, she stayed by the bedside and never left for a minute. She didn't eat or drink. How could she not like you?"

Lance was moved for a second, but then he immediately denied it.

"I swear the man in Yvette's heart is you!"

Marvin had been in a serious relationship. He could tell whether a woman liked a man or not.

Lance said coldly, "Your swearing means nothing!"

"You!"

Marvin was so pissed off by Lance. “Let's make a bet! If I say that something happened to you now, Yvette

will come over immediately. Do you believe me?"

Lance did not comment, his thin lips pursed tightly as he remained silent.

To prove that he was right, Marvin directly took out his phone and called Yvette, saying, "Then let's settle the

bet. If I win, I want your offshore yacht."

Marvin had been coveting the yacht for a while, but unfortunately, it was a limited edition that was no longer made.

Lance's eyes twinkled for a second, but he did not stop Marvin either. "Do whatever you want."

Soon, the call was picked up.

Marvin's tone changed instantly, making him the best actor ever. He said anxiously, "Yvette, it's bad! Lance spat blood and fainted again!"

Over the phone, Yvette had already washed up and gone to bed. When she heard this, her stomach tightened instantly.

Yvette hurriedly asked, "How could this be? Where is he? Did you call an ambulance? Please send him to the hospital. I will be there in a minute." Yvette blurted out a bunch of words, and Marvin proudly raised his eyebrows at Lance, indicating that he had

won.

Lance's frown relaxed for a moment, and he was no longer so intimidating.

Marvin continued to exaggerate. "He drank in the bar until he spat blood. I can see that he was in a bad mood. Come over quickly."

Yvette had already changed and was about to leave with her hand on the door handle.

But when she heard Marvin's last sentence, Yvette suddenly stopped.

Yvette assumed that Lance was in a bad mood, most probably because of Yazmin.

They had just agreed that apart from getting the divorce final, they would not see each other. The person Lance wanted to see the most now should be Yazmin.

Marvin urged, "Be careful on your way. I'm waiting for you here."

He was about to hang up.

"Wait a minute."

Yvette called out to Marvin and said slowly, "Professor Icahn, I'm not going. Please send him to the hospital. If there are such emergencies again, please inform Yazmin directly. There is no need to call me." "Hey... Yvette, he spat blood. Aren't you coming over?"

Marvin was sweating. He didn't know why Yvette had suddenly changed her mind when she sounded so anxious seconds ago.

"I'm not a doctor either. I won't help even if I am there. Sorry to trouble you. I'm hanging up."

Beep.

Yvette hung up first.

Marvin was almost petrified.

The yacht that he almost got just went away like this...

Marvin would not accept the fact!

He wanted to work harder for the yacht. Marvin dialed the number again.

"Anyway, it still counts as long as she comes here tonight."

"Toot, toot..."

"Sorry, the subscriber you dialed is powered off."

After trying five times, Marvin successfully made Yvette turn off her phone.

This time, it was Marvin who was speechless.

"Did you upset Yvette again? This is impossible..." Marvin said.

Yvette was so dejected last night. Marvin would never believe that she didn't care about Lance.

"Crash!"

With a loud smash, the entire table of wine bottles and glasses was flung away by Lance.

His expression was terrifying, and his palm was covered in blood from the broken glass. But Lance didn't care at all. "Bring the wine over," he said.

Marvin couldn't watch him go crazy and stopped the waiter from serving the wine.

If Lance continued to drink, he would die tonight!

Jamie was unconcerned. He picked up the bottle and said ruthlessly, "You can't indulge your woman. Let's just drink!”

Lance took the bottle and drank up the wine without even pouring it into a glass.

The alcohol burned his stomach!

One bottle, two bottles... When Lance finished the third bottle, he finally could not hold on and fell to the

ground with a bang.

Before Lance was completely unconscious...

He said, "Why... Why don't you want me..."

At Spring Bay...

Yvette lay on the bed, tossing and turning, not sleepy at all.

When Yvette closed her eyes, she would always think of the hurtful look in Lance's eyes when he left.

Yvette smiled bitterly. She was letting her imagination run wild again.

How could Lance feel hurt? Other than Yazmin, there should be no one who could make him feel bad.... Yvette forced herself to sleep, closed her eyes, and opened them again, looking at the snow-white ceiling. Yvette's mind had already drifted outside.

Marvin didn't sound like he was joking. Lance drank until he spat blood...

Why would Lance do this to himself? He still hadn't fully recovered from his injury.

Yvette thought again about when Lance swooped on her, protecting her in the Hudson's home...

Yvette gripped the sheet and suddenly sat up.

Since she was so uneasy, she should go and take a look.

Yvette said to herself, "Just go take a look and make sure he's fine."

It looked like it was going to rain outside. Yvette hurried to the hospital.

Just as she was about to call Marvin, someone put a hand on her shoulder.

"Yvette, what are you doing here?"

Charlie was a little surprised as he did not expect to see Yvette in the hospital.

"..."

Yvette was just about to say something when she saw a piece of gauze on the back of Charlie's hand. He

should have just finished the IV drip.

"Charlie, are you feeling better?" Yvette asked apologetically.

Charlie put his hand down to prevent Yvette from seeing it. He said gently, "I'm fine."

Yvette thought of the phone call again and said awkwardly, "Charlie, I'm sorry about the phone call."

Charlie's eyes behind the glasses dimmed for a second. "It doesn't matter. Yvette, you don't have to apologize

to me."

He looked at Yvette, whose face was pale, and there were dark shadows under her eyes. "Why is your face so pale? Why aren't you sleeping at home at this late hour? What are you doing in the hospital?” Yvette was just about to speak when a man suddenly stood before her and separated them.