Secretary’s Secret Lover by Zayla Quinn
Chapter 97

Secretary's Secret Lover By Zayla Quinn Chapter 97 We're Going to Divorce

The door was not closed, and Lance's voice was low and deep.

"I'll come to you when I get back. I can't go now."

Yvette had no idea about what the other party was saying. Lance just listened quietly and didn't say anything.

Yvette finally realized that Lance was answering the phone.

She got up and went to take a shower.

When she wrapped herself in a towel, Yvette found that she had no clothes. The clothes she wore last night

were torn and touched by that pervert. She didn't want to wear them anymore.

Just at that moment, Lance pushed the door open and entered.

He saw Yvette clumsily putting his suit on.

Lance's clothes were oversized for Yvette. The sleeves even reached her knees. Yvette was rolling up her sleeves, and it was still loose.

When Lance walked over, Yvette felt that her face turned red. She said, "I don't have clothes."

If they were in New York, Lance would have asked someone to deliver the clothes. It was inconvenient here,

and there was no suitable clothing store.

"Take me back to get it," Yvette said.

Yvette had brought her clothes, which were in the Dudley's house.

Lance looked at her and said in a low voice, "Are you going to go out like this?"

"Can't I?"

There was a full-length mirror behind her. Yvette took a look and felt that there was nothing wrong with it. The shirt was knee-length. Anyway, she wouldn't feel cold sitting in a car. "Is there a problem?" Yvette didn't sense anything wrong, but the hickey on her neck was too obvious.

Yvette was annoyed that Lance bit her too hard.

She was a little angry and covered her neck with her hair.

Lance carried her from behind and said hoarsely, "What are you hiding?"

Yvette ignored him.

Lance moved his hand down her back and patted her butt. "Do you want to go out with your butt exposed? How dare you!"

Yvette blushed when he said that. She wanted to free herself from his arms but failed.

Lance put Yvette's hands behind her back and looked at her in the mirror with great desire. Meanwhile, he moved his hand down her body...

Yvette was shocked and wanted to push him away. But she couldn't move and could only beg in a low voice, "Lance, you can't!"

Lance lowered his head and bit her shoulder. He lifted his hips to make his crotch close to Yvette and said in a

low voice, "Can't I?"

Yvette's face turned red, and they both seemed to be turned on.

"I don't mean that you can't do it... It's..."

Yvette couldn't say it. She found that Lance was pushing his luck. Last night, the tension just dropped away a

little, and Lance acted as if he possessed her.

She was a little vigilant and said, "Let go of me first."

Lance rested his head on her shoulder and felt wronged.

"Honey, I know I was wrong. Could you forgive me?"

The mistake Lance admitted naturally had nothing to do with this matter.

Given that Yvette ignored him, Lance bent down and picked her up, letting her sit on his lap and kissing her

face.

"I was wrong about the matter with Charlie, but he obviously coveted you. You are still my wife. I really can't

stand it."

"Show some respect." Yvette frowned when she noticed Lance's attitude toward Charlie.

Lance couldn't even stand Yvette mentioning him and said irritably, "Can you stop contacting him?"

Recently, Lance had been taking medicine to hold back his anxiety, but when it came to Yvette, he couldn't

calm down.

Lance even wanted to kill Charlie, so Charlie couldn't come to Yvette.

"Lance, we can't go back. Let's get a divorce as soon as possible."

Yvette was shocked last night, and she was very sober now. She added, "And I can't give you the child." "No," Lance said decisively. "Except for the child and the divorce, I can compromise on anything." Yvette also became stubborn. "Except for these two things, I have nothing else to talk about with you." Lance frowned. He thought Yvette was better at annoying him and wasn't as cooperative as last night at all.

He really wanted to push her down on the bed and kiss her hard.

Yvette sat in his arms and felt very uncomfortable. She thought Lance's muscles were too tight.

"Will you take me back to get my clothes? If not, I will go myself."

As she spoke, Yvette was about to get up.

Then Lance grabbed her and wrapped her tightly with a towel before carrying her out.

When they returned to the Dudley's house, Yvette went to get her clothes. The mess in the room reminded her

of what happened last night.

Yvette tugged at Lance's clothes and said, "Don't go."

Lance glanced at her and did not say anything, but he did not leave.

Yvette went in to change her clothes. The door was not closed. Lance looked up at her beautiful shoulder.

He took a swallow and turned away.

When Yvette came out, Lance had already started to fix the door lock.

Lance found a screwdriver somewhere. His sleeves were rolled up high, and he was twisting screws.

Yvette fixed her eyes on Lance's handsome face for a while.

Yvette was a little surprised. She didn't expect Lance to do something like that.

Lance didn't turn around and said, "Come here."

Yvette walked over. Lance gave her another screw and continued to twist the other one.

A drop of sweat dripped down his chin and ran down his neck. He looked very charming in that situation.

Yvette's lips were a little dry as she changed the topic.

"You know how to fix the door lock?"

Lance took the screw from Yvette and twisted the last one. He stared at her and snorted. "I can do a lot. Only you dislike me."

Yvette blushed after hearing that.

Meanwhile, Yvette explained, "It's not like that. I just feel that we're not right for each other."

Even though she loved Lance deeply, Yvette would give up on him, who had a thing for another woman.

"Come on! Can we do it eight times a night if we're not right for each other?" Lance frowned.

Lance was talking about the past. If he wasn't afraid that she would faint, Lance would have broken the

record.

"You!" Yvette turned around to the kitchen and stopped talking with him.

Given that Yvette was angry, Lance was happy. He felt it was better than Yvette ignoring him.

Lance followed in, washed his hands, and said, "Honey, I'll help you wash the vegetables."

However, there were no vegetables in the kitchen. Only two tomatoes were bought yesterday. Yvette said, "No

need. Wait outside for a while."

Soon, Yvette finished cooking and brought the food to the table. It looked delicious.

Lance said, "Thank you, honey."

Yvette blushed and was shocked that Lance was so clingy.

Lance looked very elegant as he ate. Soon, he finished his food.

Yvette had only eaten half of it and was a little full.

Lance directly took her plate and ate the rest.

Yvette was stunned. She knew that Lance was a neat freak. He probably had never eaten others' leftovers.

After the meal, Lance offered to wash the dishes. He looked elegant as he stood in the cramped kitchen.

When Lance turned around, Yvette turned away in panic, but she was still caught.

Lance hugged her, who was about to leave, and stared at her affectionately. "You have my first time. You have to take responsibility." Yvette instantly flushed. She said, "Shame on you."

Lance lifted Yvette's chin and looked at her. "What are you thinking about? I was talking about the first time I

ate leftovers and the first time I washed the dishes."

"You did it on purpose.'

Yvette debunked him mercilessly. She thought Lance deliberately led her to think in the wrong direction.

Lance reached out to scratch the tip of her nose, his eyebrows slightly raised. "But that is also the truth."

"What?"

"I gave you my virginity," Lance said directly.

Hearing that, Yvette blushed immediately.

Naturally, she remembered what happened that night. Lance seemed to be not skilled for the first time, and it ended very quickly.

At that time, they were both a little awkward. Though they drank, they were a little sober.

They still knew what had happened.

Though Yvette also did it for the first time, she didn't feel as painful as described in novels.

It was because Lance was very gentle, and Yvette just felt a little sore at the waist. Before she could enjoy

herself, she felt Lance stop.

Lance looked a little defeated, and Yvette guessed what was going on.

At that time, Yvette was shocked and thought that she knew a big secret. The reason why Lance did not. approach women was that he was quick.

When Lance saw Yvette get stunned, his face immediately turned sullen.

Lance failed to do it well, because he drank, and it was his first time doing it.

Men were most afraid of others saying that they couldn't do it. So, Lance immediately pushed Yvette down. This time, he must prove that he could do it.

When Lance found Yvette absent-minded, he knew that she was thinking about that matter again, and his face turned gloomy.

Lance tightened his grip on her and said with gritted teeth, "Don't think about it. Just that once."

After that, Lance never failed.

Yvette felt a little uncomfortable being hugged by him. She pushed his chest and said, "Let go..."

Before she could finish speaking, Lance lowered his head and sealed her lips with a kiss.

Lance thought Yvette's lips were very tempting, and he couldn't control himself.

Yvette was completely stunned.

She pushed Lance hard. But in front of him, Yvette was very weak and couldn't move by all means.

Lance lifted the back of her neck, changed her posture, and pressed her against the cupboard to kiss her.

In this way, Yvette could lean on the cupboard and feel more comfortable.

Lance kissed her hard, but fortunately, Yvette leaned against the cupboard to support herself.

After a long while, Lance stopped. He held Yvette's hand tight, placed it in front of his chest, and said, "Yvette, I won't agree to divorce."

Yvette felt Lance's strong heartbeat, and she had mixed feelings.

Yvette thought, what should I do? I don't want to be flipped by him anymore.

But I always fail.

Yvette wanted to retract her hand, but Lance held her hand tightly and pulled her into his arms.

"Be good. Don't always anger me,

Yvette was speechless.

um?"

Yvette did not feel that she had angered him.

It was clearly because he was too possessive that he would always be angry.

If Yvette could speak her mind, Lance would know that she had a crush on him for ten years.

That was why Yvette always felt so painful when he left her.

But this time, Yvette really did not want to feel that pain anymore.

Yvette looked up at him. "Lance, that's not us."

Lance knew that she was going to say harsh words. He said softly, "Huh?"

"We are going to divorce," Yvette said firmly.

Lance was angry, but he said in a low voice, "I don't want to divorce."

Yvette pushed him away and walked out. "Let's wait until you have thought it over."

After a moment of silence, Lance suddenly stepped forward and hugged Yvette tightly. He said both angrily and helplessly, "Yve, please don't. I know I was wrong. You have to give me a chance to make up for

it."

Yvette wanted to speak, but Lance did not give her the chance. He directly reached out to lift her chin and

kissed her hard.

Yvette pressed her hand against his chest, but she could not push him away. Instead, Lance held her even

tighter.

When her face turned red, and she could not breathe, Lance reluctantly let go.

He still held her face and said, "You're a good girl in this way."

Yvette angrily said with a trembling voice, "You... um..."

Lance kissed Yvette again when she wanted to speak. This time, he stuck his tongue down her throat. Lance

didn't release Yvette until she was almost short of breath.

Lance raised his eyebrows. "Do you still want to speak?"

In other words, if Yvette continued to speak, Lance would kiss her again.

Yvette closed her mouth and did not dare to say a word. She thought, Lance's too shameless!

Seeing that Yvette did not speak, Lance was satisfied. He picked her up and put her into the car. "Let's go

home."

Yvette sat in the car. She felt dizzy due to Lance's kiss.

She allowed Lance to fasten her seat belt and did not even have the strength to resist.

Lance gently pinched her cheek and said, "Don't worry about anything. Leave it to me in the future."

Yvette was already calm, but she was touched again.

But this time, Yvette was a little uneasy. She was really afraid of being disappointed again.

On the way, Yvette was not sleepy and looked at the view outside through the car window.

It was very beautiful in Pittsburgh.

Lance saw her looking out of the window and said, "The place you lived when you were a child is beautiful."

"Have you been here before?" Yvette suddenly asked him.

Lance shook his head. "I have never been here."

Yvette looked a little upset. As expected, Lance could not remember it.

Indeed, at that time, Yvette was only thirteen years old. Who would remember a thirteen-year-old girl?

However, Yvette remembered Lance. She even went to New York to study for him. On holiday, Yvette would

go to the place where he worked for the whole day, to see if she could see him once.

Later, when she was a junior, Yvette became an intern at his company. She was just an assistant and

occasionally saw Lance.

At that time, Lance was cold and unapproachable.

If Yvette hadn't gone to the wrong room after drinking that time, they wouldn't have had any interaction.

Well, Yvette was lucky, but the result was not satisfactory.

Yvette could not be the person in Lance's heart, and she could not accept sharing him with others.

Yvette could not stand being abandoned every time.

Thinking about it, she fell asleep. When Yvette woke up, the car headed toward the Serenity Villa.

Lance glanced at her and said, "You're awake."

Yvette nodded, a little embarrassed. She had been sleeping on the whole journey and did not know how hard

he had been driving.

Yvette was about to say something when Lance suddenly braked and stopped.

Yvette looked ahead and saw Yazmin sitting in a wheelchair, blocking the way back to the Serenity Villa.

Lance frowned. He opened the car door and got out. He strode to Yazmin and said angrily, "Yazmin, didn't I tell you that I would see you? What are you doing here?"

Yazmin's leg was still in plaster. She looked up and said pitifully, "Lance, it's my birthday today. Have you forgotten?"