Secretary’s Secret Lover by Zayla Quinn
Chapter 95

Chapter 95 Shower With Me

Yvette was so nervous that her legs went limp. The only weapon she had was the flashlight in her hand.

With a click, the door was pushed open.

Yvette looked around the room. There was no furniture here, so there was no place to hide.

She could only hide behind the bedroom door and raise the flashlight high.

Very light footsteps came outside the door. It was infinitely magnified in this silent night. Every time that person took a step, Yvette's heart would skip a beat, and even her hands would tremble slightly. She prayed the person outside might just be looking for money. When that person saw no one was living here, he might give up.

But her pray did not come true. She heard the doors next to her open one by one.

Finally, the terrifying footsteps came to the door of her bedroom.

Under the moonlight, Yvette could see the door handle turning gently. Her heart beat wildly as she gripped the flashlight and focused her attention.

She knew that she only had this one chance. Once she failed, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Creak.

The old wooden door made a noise, and the gap was growing.

A bearded and terrifying black face suddenly appeared in front of Yvette.

Bang!

Yvette aimed at the face and smashed it down!

The flashlight fell to the ground.

That person was caught off guard and stumbled backward.

Yvette took the opportunity to pull the door, but before she could step out, her ankle was grabbed by a hand.

"Yo, how beautiful and fragrant.

This person was obviously stupid but strong. He caused Yvette to fall to the ground.

Fortunately, she propped herself with her elbows on the ground and did not hurt her belly.

The man stood up and dragged her feet as if he was going to drag her to the bed.

Yvette was frightened. She kicked hard, and the shoe on her foot fell off. She retracted her foot forcefully, and the man only had one sock left in his hand.

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She immediately got up and ran out of the room, trembling and shouting for help.

The man behind her reacted and chased after her.

Suddenly, she hit a wall and almost fell down but was caught by someone.

She was frightened.

At this moment, Yvette only had one thought in her mind..

They had accomplices!

"Ah!"

Yvette fiercely bit the arm that was holding her hostage. Soon, her mouth was filled with a thick smell of

blood.

The man hissed and stretched out two fingers to pinch her jaw, forcing her to let go.

That hand exerted a bit of force to make her raise her head. His tone was indifferent and impatient. "What's wrong with you?"

Yvette looked up and saw a face with sharp edges. Under the moonlight, it was so handsome but cold.

She thought that she was hallucinating and looked at him blankly.

When he noticed her little face was covered in tears, Lance's expression changed.

"What's wrong?"

A familiar voice sounded. Yvette finally came to her senses. A pair of small hands grabbed the front of his shirt in a panic, and her voice trembled as she said, "You're back..." Then she instantly burst into tears, and they were hot.

Did that mean she was waiting for him?

Lance's heart lurched.

He had wanted to return to New York in the afternoon, but after driving for 6 miles, he could not continue

driving.

Leaving her here alone was not a proper decision.

He turned around and stopped not far from the house, watching her turn off the lights.

In just a short while, he saw the door open and came up to check it out..

Fortunately, he came.

Lance pressed her head onto his chest and glanced behind her. His beautiful eyes became sharp in a second.

He put on his suit and wrapped it around her, saying, "Wait for me."

Yvette wrapped herself up and heard the sound of fists behind her and the miserable screams of the man who

had lost his mind.

At this moment, she felt at ease.

Soon, there was a police siren. A neighbor living not far away heard the call for help.

The policeman came and explained, "This person has a criminal record. He is a disguised tramp. He is looking for beautiful girls and pretends to be insane to wait for an opportunity to take advantage of them." It was estimated that Yvette was targeted when she was drying the bedding at the door in the afternoon.

After hearing that and looking at the terrifying face, Yvette felt a wave of lingering fear.

When that person was taken away, his face was swollen as he stared at Yvette. His saliva flowed down to his chin as he muttered, "Beautiful... Smells so good..."

Yvette felt a chill all over her body, and she felt nauseous.

Lance picked her up and stuffed her into the car. After he helped her fasten her seat belt, Yvette grabbed his wrist that was taken back and said pitifully, "I still have things to take care of."

Lance patted her hand and comforted her, "You can come back tomorrow to tidy up."

Yvette did not say anything. Her eyes were closed, and there was still a lingering fear in her heart. Her eyelashes trembled slightly.

Lance found a hotel in town. He wanted to bring her back to New York, but now he could see that she was uneasy and uncomfortable. He could only replace a nearby hotel.

After entering the room, the facilities made Lance frown a little. However, there was no other way. It was the most luxurious hotel in this small town.

He ordered someone to change all the toiletries into disposable ones.

Then, he filled the bathtub with water and let Yvette soak in it for a while.

However, Yvette didn't even dare to be in the bathroom alone. The lingering fear was still there, making her

unable to think normally.

She pulled the corner of his clothes and asked something that she usually couldn't say.

"Can, can you shower with me?"

She was really afraid, her fingertips trembling slightly.

Lance turned around, his handsome eyes narrowing slightly. "Are you sure?"

Yvette didn't react. She did not nod or shake her head, but here, no one else could make her feel at ease like

this man.

She thought of the moment he pressed her head against his chest. His chest felt warm.

It was so warm that it made her greedy.

The atmosphere suddenly felt intimate. Yvette felt his intense gaze and wanted to withdraw her hand, but it

was too late.

His large palm easily wrapped around her small hand and then reached out to untie her collar. He carried her into the bathtub without a single piece of clothing left on her body.

When the warm water touched her skin, she grabbed his hand and said with a pink face, "I'll do it myself."

Lance pushed her hand away and said in a hoarse voice, "We won't do anything else except for taking a

shower."

To prove his honesty and integrity, the man had a cold expression on his handsome face throughout the whole process, devoid of any lust.

He was very much like a gentleman.

It was just that when he touched some spots on her body. His strength was not proper, sometimes light and sometimes heavy.

Yvette's eyes were watery, and she did not dare to look at him. However, she still protested.

"All right."

Lance raised his eyebrows and directly picked her up. He put her in the bath towel that he had prepared beforehand, wrapped her up, dried her up, and put on the nightgown.

Then, he went to the bathroom and took a cold shower.

When he came out again, the person on the bed had her eyes closed and was breathing heavily.

It was unknown whether she was really asleep or pretending to be.

He lifted the quilt and reached out to hold her from behind, his chin resting on her head.

Feeling the person beneath him tremble, he curved his thin lips and said softly, "Yvette, the child is mine, right?"