Secretary’s Secret Lover by Zayla Quinn
Chapter 92

Secretary's Secret Lover By Zayla Quinn Chapter 92 As Long as You Agree to Divorce

The atmosphere clearly changed.

Lance did not expect that the person who had been eating quietly a second ago would coldly ask him when he would divorce in the next second.

He glanced at her and sneered, "Are you full, and now you have the strength to quarrel?"

"Lance, is there any point in arguing now?"

With so many things happening between them, it was impossible for them to go back to the past.

Yvette pursed her lips. "With our current relationship, instead of constantly arguing and suspecting each other, it is better to settle it peacefully so that we can be apart in a good way." "Be apart in a good way?" Lance chuckled when he heard this.

Yvette seemed to see hope and said in a spurt of energy, "As long as you agree to divorce, you can raise any conditions."

The baby was the only comfort she had now. She could not lose her child.

If Lance really had this thought, with the legal department of the Wolseley Group, she would definitely not be able to win custody.

Lance's eyes were instantly gloomy. "Yvette, do you really want to dump me and go replace Charlie?"

Yvette pursed her lips and did not speak. She was already tired of saying that it had nothing to do with

Charlie.

Since he was determined to think this way, then let it be.

Seeing that she did not speak, Lance got angry. He grabbed her chin and said coldly, "Yvette, are you really this naïve? Do you think I will let you do as you wish?"

Yvette's eyes were sore from being pinched by him. She choked and said, "What are you going to do?"

"What am I going to do?"

Lance sneered. He didn't show any mercy. "I want you to stay by my side. Even if it is torture, you have to

endure it."

Yvette was in great pain. She bit her lips and said weakly, "Two people who don't love each other tie together. Is it really interesting?"

Lance stood up and looked down at her from above. "I have the final say of whether it's interesting."

Yvette completely collapsed. She shouted, "Lance, why can't you let me go?"

She didn't understand.

She only wanted to wait for the child to be born and live an ordinary life. Why was it so difficult?

Seeing her in such pain, Lance could not say what it felt like.

But he could not do as she wished.

"I have already asked someone to do a blood test for you. The results will be out in three days." Yvette was petrified by this sentence.

"If this is my child, then you stop your thoughts. I can't let go of the child." Lance noticed her reaction.

"If not," he paused for a second and said in a cold tone, "and you want to have it, then give birth to it. I will send it away."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and left without looking back.

Yvette's hands and feet were cold.

She had underestimated his obsession, and she was wrong to think that Lance would be silly about this.

How could he not investigate anything and believe it with just a not-so-accurate report?

For the whole day, Yvette was in a bad mood.

Her mind was full of thoughts about how to get the child's custody.

Sometimes, she felt that the world was really unfair.

The child was clearly the flesh of a woman, but it had to be snatched away when they divorced.

Her heart felt stifled at the thought of it.

At night, Yvette ate a little for the sake of the baby and then went to sleep.

But not long after, she heard the sound of the door being pushed open. She widened her eyes and saw the person who came in.

She did not expect him to come over at night.

During the day, there were two bodyguards guarding the door, and at night, he had to come personally to

guard.

Was he so afraid that she would run away?

She did not want to think too much. That would hurt her brain cells, so she simply did not say anything. She directly turned her face away and pretended not to see him. Lance's handsome eyebrows twitched.

He also did not know why he rushed over.

And he was so unwelcome.

Immediately, he was irritated.

He lifted the quilt and went to the bed.

Yvette immediately froze and asked in astonishment, "Why are you here?"

Lance snorted and said naturally, "What else? Do you think I sat by your bed all night?"

Yvette resisted in her heart. They were already in such a mess. It was a little awkward to sleep on the same

bed.

The bed was filled with a refreshing fragrance. She muttered, "Have you taken a shower?"

Lance was surprised. Of course, he had taken a shower.

The bathtub in the ward could not fit him at all.

He went closer to her and hugged her from behind. He asked, "You can take a sniff."

He was so close to Yvette, and she could smell it. It was indeed a refreshing smell after a bath.

It seemed that this man had his own fragrance.

The cold fragrance seemed to seep into his bones, making him always clean and fragrant.

Lance's hot breath sprayed on her ear cartilage.

Yvette couldn't help but think of the things they had done in the hospital bed before, and the blush on her

face stained her earlobe.

She couldn't help but say, "Can you go a little further in that direction?"

The bed was originally big. After he came up, she felt that it was even smaller than a crib.

"No." He did not even think before refusing.

Yvette was speechless.

She endured it because she still had something to discuss with him.

"Tomorrow, I want to...".

"I'll

go

with you to see your grandma," Lance said.

Yvette was stunned. When did he become a mind reader? He knew what she wanted to say.

Tomorrow was the seventh day of her grandmother's death. She must go back to pay respects to her

grandma.

But he also would go...

There was a moment of silence.

Lance suddenly said, "It's my fault. I didn't know that your grandmother would leave so quickly. Otherwise, I would have come back as soon as possible.' Yvette didn't expect him to apologize again.

However, there were no waves in her heart now. The matter of her grandmother had let her know again that the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment. Perhaps in his eyes, he felt that he had already put down his pride by saying this to her.

But if he missed it, he missed it. Regret wouldn't help.

He did avenge those people who had deliberately caused trouble in the ward, including Emilie.

But it could not change anything.

Her grandma would never come back.

She replied softly, "It's fine."

Lance knew that this matter was not over and that she would always feel sad.

However, he believed that in the future, he would be able to help her get over it.

He hugged her tightly. Even if there would be only torture left for the rest of his life, he would be unwilling to let go of her.

That night, Yvette slept very well.

By the time she woke up, her side was already empty.

She got up and prepared to get discharged. Just as she left the door, she bumped into Lance who was coming in. She staggered.

Lance reached out and held her. He pulled her into his arms and said unhappily, "Why aren't you waiting for me?"

Yvette thought, I thought you had left.

He was carrying breakfast in his hands. It seemed that he had gone to buy breakfast for her.

"There's no rush. We'll leave after we finish eating."

After they finished eating, Yvette followed Lance into the car.

Just as they sat down, Lance's phone rang.

The screen of the car showed clearly that it was from Yazmin's maid Lena.

He did not avoid it and answered the call.

The car phone was turned on, and Lena's panicked voice came from inside.

"Mr. Wolseley, bad thing! Ms. Myers fell from the stairs."

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