Secretary’s Secret Lover by Zayla Quinn
Chapter 64

Chapter 64 He Really Cares About You

"Who am I going to get the money from?" the driver shouted.

At this time, Frankie came over to stop the driver and said, "Sir, come with me."

Yvette sat in the back seat in a daze.

The sound of the thunderstorm came as blows to her.

She felt so cold.

She had thought that she could accept the fact that Lance was with Yazmin. But when she saw them sleeping

together, she went crazy.

She felt that she was too ridiculous.

She thought she was deceiving herself.

She made herself a big joke!

She had clearly told herself not to be sad for him, but she just could not control herself.

Her heart hurt so much that she tried to cover it with force, but it didn't work.

Crack!

There was an ear-piercing sound.

Yvette suddenly leaned forward. If she had not worn a seatbelt, she would have been thrown out. After the driver suddenly stopped the car, he shouted at the car in front of him, "Are you crazy?" In the heavy rain.

The man was tall and straight, and he walked against the storm.

He pulled open the back door and looked at the woman in the back seat with complicated emotions.

"Get off."

Yvette was a little stunned. She did not expect that he would chase after her.

He was drenched all over, and there was water on his long eyelashes. Even if he looked terrible, he was still

handsome.

She did not speak, and Lance directly grabbed her hand.

Yvette froze for a second and shook him off. "Mr. Wolseley, please go back."

"Why did you come to the hospital?" he asked, staring at her.

"I was not going to see you," said Yvette, her eyes dim.

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Yvette pursed her lips. She would not admit it, nor would she regret it.

"Mr. Wolseley, you're wrong. It's reasonable that I ran away. Do you want me to sit down there and watch?"

The rain was getting heavier. The driver was impatient and said, "You think you're in a TV drama? I need to

work..."

Ding!

The man took out his credit card and swiped it. "Is it enough?"

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The driver thought, certainly it's enough. With that sum of money, I can stop working for a month.

The driver was smiling. "It's raining heavily. Sir, come in and talk as long as you want. It's no problem for you to stay here for days." "You!"

Yvette didn't know what to say. She frowned and thought that she couldn't beat the power of money.

She thought, just forget it.

She said, "Excuse me, I'm getting off."

"No." Lance refused coldly.

"Mr. Wolseley, don't waste your precious time here with me. Go back and be with your Ms. Myers."

When she said this, there was no emotion in Yvette's eyes, as if the man in front of her had nothing to do with

her.

For some reason, Lance was in a rage. He asked, "Do you want me to see her again?"

Yvette nodded. "Yes."

"Okay!" Without hesitation, Lance got up and closed the car door. He left.

Looking at his back, Yvette felt pain again.

She thought she seemed to get a disease. Every time she saw him, her heart would feel pain.

She wanted to say something, but in the end, she turned her head away and asked the driver to go.

Just as the car started, the door to the back seat was suddenly pulled open again.

Lance returned and pressed her against the seat. He kissed her fiercely.

Yvette's mind went blank and she subconsciously wanted to dodge, but he forcefully grabbed her jaw. His

thin lips rubbed her lips. The kiss was passionate.

Yvette was about to suffocate and wanted to struggle out, but he was holding her mouth as if his hand was a pair of pliers. She was unable to move, and could only endure.

In just a few seconds, she felt her lips numb and painful.

His clothes were all wet, but Yvette felt very hot when he leaned against her.

She felt hot and cold simultaneously, and it felt like she was going to die.

The old driver even got a little excited by this provocative scene, and he decided to close his eyes and not look

at it.

In the silent car, the sound of their lips and teeth entangled was particularly clear.

Just as Yvette moaned out of pain, Lance suddenly loosened his grip on her jaw. His hands dropped down

weakly.

Then, he fell with half of his body on Yvette.

She subconsciously held him, worried.

She saw the blood on the back of the man's neck flowing down his shoulder to her hand.

Yvette's eyes were red. She was trembling as she said, "Please go to the hospital. Be quick!"

In front of the hospital bed.

The rain caused the wound infection, and Lance had a fever.

Marvin informed her of matters to notice. Before leaving, he could not help but say, "Yvette, I know you

don't believe it, but in fact, Lance still cares about you very much."

Marvin knew that when Lance was still young, his parents had been separated. The lack of family affection

made it difficult for him to face and admit his feelings.

However, the subconscious reaction could tell something.

Lance really cared about Yvette.

Yvette sat on the bed and looked at the pale handsome face of Lance. She had mixed feelings.

She wondered, does he really care about me?

If so, why would he be so fierce and mean to me and always do things that would hurt me?

But if he didn't care about me, why was he not willing to let me go and always protective of me?

As she thought about it, Yvette fell asleep beside the bed.

Outside.

Jamie and Marvin did not leave either.

They were smoking in the corridor.

Marvin spoke first, "Aren't you a little too harsh on the Robbins family? I just saw the eldest daughter of the Robbins family send her father to the emergency room. She was in such a hurry that her knees were broken

and one of her shoes was lost."

Jamie hid his straight handsome face behind the smoke and did not say a word.

Marvin put out the cigarette and carefully glanced at Jamie.

Marvin advised, "I'm not opposed to your attack on the League, and I can even help you. Those elder men deserve punishment.

"But the biggest fault of the Robbins family was just destroying the engagement. It is understandable that parents care about their children. Isn't it a bit unreasonable for you to just blame the Robbins family? "Moreover, you and Ms. Brown will get married in about ten days, and you are still seeing Ellen. If Ms. Brown

knows, Ellen will be in trouble.

Marvin had known that the daughter of the Brown family was hard to deal with.

However, Jamie doted on her so much that no one dared to say anything.

After all, Ms. Brown had sharp eyes and was able to pick up the buried treasure, Jamie, as her husband.

Back when he was overseas, without the help of Ms. Brown, Jamie would probably have suffered for a few more years and could not have made a comeback so quickly.

However, Marvin's words did not sway Jamie.

"It's none of your business," he said coldly.

Then, he turned around and left.

Those who had not experienced being stepped into the swamp by others could not understand how much

hatred he had.

He hated the person whom he thought he would spend his life with for easily betraying him.

In the dark night, the scar on Jamie's forehead was also invisible, making him look even more fierce.

He looked at the dazed figure in the intensive care unit, and there was no emotion in his eyes.

He reached up to push the door open.