Secretary’s Secret Lover by Zayla Quinn -
Chapter 93
Chapter 93 He Seems to Care About the Baby
Lance tightened his grip on the steering wheel and asked urgently, "What happened?"
Lena cried out of breath, "Ms. Myers just got up and felt dizzy. She fell down the stairs."
"Did you call the ambulance?"
"Yes."
Then, Yazmin's mournful cry came from the phone.
"Ah... My head hurts, and my legs hurt too... Woo, where is Lance? I want to see Lance..."
It was obvious that the coquettish cry had been planned.
Yvette almost wanted to vomit when she heard this.
But Lance could not tell and even preferred this.
"Which hospital?" Lance asked.
Hearing this, Yvette felt that there was no need for her to continue staying in the car.
Rather than waiting to be driven out of the car by him, it was better for her to take the initiative.
She opened the door, got out of the car, and walked straight ahead.
Her phone was broken by Lance. She couldn't even buy a high-speed rail ticket now. She could only walk to
the public transportation station and prepare to take a taxi to the high-speed railway station.
The eye-catching supercar behind her drove forward with an arrogant buzzing sound.
Yvette stood in the same place and smiled self-deprecatingly.
Sure enough, she was always left behind.
Yazmin was a gap that she could never cross.
Well, she had been abandoned too many times and was now immune to it.
She would not be too sad.
After a while, a taxi stopped.
Yvette reached out to pull open the car door and was about to get into the car.
"Beep!"
Behind her, there was suddenly a loud sound of a horn, and it was pressed incessantly.
Yvette turned around. It was the supercar returning.
Behind the windscreen, Lance's handsome features were clearly visible.
He rolled down the window and said clearly, "Get over here."
Someone behind her urged, "Miss, are you going to take it or not? If not, I will take it."
Yvette came back to her senses and hurriedly got out of the way.
When the taxi left, the supercar stopped in front of her again.
Yvette was afraid of being noticed, so she got into the car.
After sitting down, Lance leaned over and asked, "Why did you leave?"
Yvette subconsciously shrank back, her fingers clutching the edge of the seat. Her watery eyes widened as she looked at him.
In the end, he only helped her fasten her seat belt.
However, after fastening her seat belt, he still maintained his posture and looked at her with deep eyes. "Why
are you so afraid of me? Am I a dreadful monster?"
He did not touch her. Just by getting close, he could make her so sensitive.
Yvette did not even dare to breathe loudly. Afraid of any touch with him, she turned her face and said, "No."
Lance did not want to delay the departure time and so reluctantly let her go.
"Didn't you go to see Yazmin?" Yvette was a little suspicious.
Lance glanced at her and said, "Your ears are quite sharp. Did I say I would go?"
Yvette was speechless. The loudspeaker was on, and she could hear things.
"I sent someone else over," Lance explained.
Yvette did not speak. She did not want to trouble him at all.
"You don't have to send me there yourself. It's also very convenient for me to go there myself."
Lance frowned. "Is it? Do you want to take a high-speed train? You are pregnant now. What if you are squeezed and knocked?"
Yvette didn't speak.
She could not respond. For a moment, she felt that he seemed to care a lot about the baby.
But, how could it be?
He didn't like the baby she gave birth to at all.
They were silent for a second. Lance suddenly said, "I promised to go to pay respects to your grandmother with you. I won't go back on my word." Yvette was stunned. If his promise was in the past, she might have believed it, but now...
His promise was no longer credible.
She did not speak again. She leaned against the back of the seat and gently closed her eyes.
Lance glanced at her and reached out to adjust the driving mode to a comfortable mode.
The car steadily moved toward Pittsburgh.
In the hospital.
Yazmin was lying on the bed, happily drinking coffee.
In order to make it realistic, the skin on her hands and knees had been scratched. It was really painful.
However, she felt that it was worth it to make Yvette suffer.
She had received news a long time ago that Lance was going to accompany Yvette to the countryside to pay respects to her grandmother. Humph!
How could she let Yvette's wish come true?
At this time, Lena, who was waiting at the door, said, "Ms. Myers, here he is."
Yazmin immediately put down the cup in her hand and lay down. Then she looked sick.
After Lance's assistant, Lucas, entered the door, Lena was still looking around and asked in confusion, “Lucas, where is Mr. Wolseley?"
Lucas cleared his throat and lowered his head. "Mr. Wolseley is busy. He sent me to visit Ms. Myers."
Yazmin was originally lying down. When she heard this, she suddenly sat up and said in a sharp voice, "What did you say?"
Lucas repeated, then added, "But Mr. Wolseley asked me to invite the best doctor for you."
Yazmin only felt like a bolt from the blue!
She could not believe what she heard. She had fallen from the stairs, and Lance only sent an assistant over for
such a big thing.
She picked up the cup at the bedside and smashed it at Lucas. She scolded harshly, "You useless thing! Why didn't you bring Lance here!"
Lucas dodged it and lowered his head. "Mr. Wolseley's decision is not something I can interfere with."
Lena came over and said, "Lucas, don't take it to heart. Ms. Myers is too angry!"
"Lena, why are you explaining to him? He's just a useless thing. He can't even handle a small matter."
Lucas was furious. He answered, "That's right, I can't do Ms. Myers' job well. Why don't you just stop looking for me? Go replace Frankie. He is more trusted by Mr. Wolseley than I am." "You!" Yazmin was so angry that she choked.
It was not that she had never looked for Frankie, but that guy was stubborn and kept a distance from her.
She couldn't do anything at all.
Yazmin changed her tone. "Forget it, Lena, leave us here."
Lena understood and went out to guard the door.
"Why aren't you coming over?" Yazmin crooked her finger.
Lucas stood still. He regretted it so much.
He was just drinking at the bar the last time, and when he woke up, he had somehow ended up sleeping on
the same bed as Yazmin.
Later on, Yazmin told him to check on Lance's schedule, saying that she would keep the evidence of that time and accuse him of rape if he didn't do what she said.
Lucas scoffed in his heart. Who was actually raped? Yazmin liked to have sex and made too many requests on the bed. Every time, she would only end it after she enjoyed it several times.
It was more tiring to sleep with her than an old cow farming.
Going to the prostitutes might have been more enjoyable.
Yazmin could tell his hesitation and reminded him, "Lucas, you are the second in command of the CEO's office in the Wolseley Group. Do you want to give up all this?"
This was Lucas' weakness. His current status was much better than that of a small company.
He didn't want to lose it.
He stepped forward and sat on the bed on his knees in front of Yazmin with ease.
Yazmin panted. "That's... That's right. Oh... You are getting more and more skilled."
Lucas raised his head and grinned. "It's all because you taught me well."
He wondered how many men this bitch had in the past that she knew so many tricks.
Yazmin enjoyed the praise. She had never mistreated herself in this matter.
However, most of the time, she would think of these men as Lance.
Thinking about his excessively handsome face, she seemed to feel that the pleasure was more intense.
After she enjoyed it, she let go of Lucas, turned around, and lay on his body. While gasping for breath, she said delicately, "Lucas, I will serve you today, but you have to do something for me."
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