Secretary’s Secret Lover

Secretary’s Secret Lover By Zayla Quinn Chapter 107

Chapter 107 You Are Not Worthy

Before Yvette could react, Lance sneered, “Forget it. You don’t have to choose. I don’t like what’s

secondhand anyway.”

For a moment, she did not understand what he meant.

Lance stood in front of her. His long legs, wrapped firmly in trousers, separated on both sides of her body. He bent down slightly and pinched her chin, forcing her to open her mouth.

Yvette understood immediately and her little face turned pale.

Unable to break free, Yvette could only close her eyes tightly, her voice trembling, “You are crazy. Let me go!”

Lance forced her face to a suitable angle, pinched her delicate chin, and pulled her towards him. “It’s not up to you.”

Yvette suddenly opened her eyes. Her face was red and she glared at him angrily, “Don’t you touch me? I would bite your balls off!”

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Lance was standing close. His handsome face gave off a strong sense of oppression. He pulled his lips and let out an evil smile.

“Do whatever you want if you don’t care about the child.”

Yvette felt hopeless.

She would never take risks with the child. She choked, “Would you do this to Yazmin?”

Only cruelty and ruthlessness could be seen on Lance’s face.

“You are only a sex slave to me. You better keep it in mind.”

A furious man could say the most hurtful words without any reason.

Lance pushed himself forward, his voice a little hoarse, “Don’t compare yourself to anyone. You are

not worthy.”

Yvette screamed, her entire face flushed red.

She could not utter a word.

Seeing her painful appearance, Lance sneered, “Have you never served others like this? That’s good. I have been deceived by you for so long, and I deserve your first time.”

Yvette felt her brain buzz. She could not think or resist at all.

The only thing left for her was to respond mechanically.

At the same time, Lance was lost in the pleasure. He felt as if all the blood in his body was rushing.

up.

His fingers tightly gripped the tender flesh on her cheeks. He could not care less about the pain he brought to her and was only immersed in the thrill.

Yvette’s entire face was filled with tears.

All the sweet memories of the past were shattered by a single sentence, “You are not worthy”.

She was just a sex slave to him.

Intense pain engulfed her and she could not even tell where it came from. She only felt pain.

Yvette’s eyes closed. Her white face was abnormally red. Her mouth was blocked, and she could not, make a sound. She felt like dying.

Then, her eyes began to lose focus. It seemed that her whole world was turning white.

The only thing left was the man in front of her, dressed in the cleanest white shirt, doing the most dreadful thing to her with a cold smile.

Finally, Lance noticed that something was wrong. He pulled his thing out of her mouth, pinched her face, and asked coldly, “What’s wrong?”

Yvette wanted to vomit but could not. Her entire body was in so much pain that she had no strength left. She felt like she was about to die.

Lance’s eyes suddenly deepened. He pulled the towel over to dry her, quickly put on his clothes, and

carried her downstairs.

Lance carried her to a car and instructed the driver, “Go to the hospital.”

Yvette’s entire body was bent and her forehead was covered in sweat. Her face was twisted in pain.

Lance supported her back and pressed her face against his chest. He lowered his head and asked, “Where are you feeling unwell?”

Yvette had no strength to speak and her eyes were tightly shut. She seemed extremely exhausted.

Lance ordered the driver, “Hurry up.”

The car stopped at the underground garage. Lance carried her directly to the gynecology clinic. There were already doctors waiting.

While Lance was waiting, Marvin came over.

Seeing Lance’s uneasy face, Marvin asked, “Did you take the medicine?”

Lance nodded and then shook his head, “Give me more.”

“It’s medicine, not food. Have you finished them all?”

Lance frowned and did not answer.

Marvin took out a small bottle.

“This is a week’s amount. I will not give you any more until next week.”

Lance took over the bottle. He immediately stuffed a few pills into his mouth and took the mineral water from Frankie to swallow them.

Marvin was speechless. He noticed that Lance kept staring at the ward.

He advised, “When your illness attacks, it is best to stay away from Yvette. There is no way she can bear your rage. When you have time, you should go and receive the directional treatment before it

is too late.”

Marvin said no more. Lance was a manic depressive. Even though he was strongly self-controlled, there were always chances that he could lose it.

Generally speaking, people were most likely to lose control when coming across something they

cared about the most.

Lance knew Marvin was right. He pursed his lips, “I know.”

Marvin said again, “Also, just now, it was posted online saying that you were celebrating Yazmin’s birthday. What’s about you two?”

Lance lifted his eyes and replied indifferently, “Nothing.”

“Aren’t you afraid that Yvette might be sad?”

Sad?

Lance’s eyes turned cold. That woman could never be sad.

She would only hurt him in the worst way.

The results of the examination came out quickly.

Low progesterone, low blood glucose, minor vaginal bleeding, and signs of miscarriage. She needed to be hospitalized.

Marvin was shocked.

“Yvette is pregnant! How can you not tell us?”

Lance did not look happy. He turned around and went to the ward.

Yvette was being put on a drip. The pain was alleviated. She was much calmer now and fell asleep

with her eyes closed.

Lance laid down on the bed beside her to rest.

The night was peaceful.

After dawn, Yvette opened her eyes and saw Lance sleeping on the bed next to hers.

Lance was lying on the bed with his clothes on. The well-tailored trousers outlined his long legs.

Yvette couldn’t help but think of last night, and her face turned pale.

She held the bed railing and got out of bed. She wanted to go to the bathroom, but she overestimated her strength. Her legs were weak and she almost knelt down.

A pair of strong hands passed under her arms and picked her up.

After standing up, Yvette took a step back and held onto the drip stand by the end of the bed. The rejection in her movements could not be more obvious.

Lance’s eyes darkened. “You can go over by yourself?” This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

Full of disgust, Yvette did not even want to look at him. “No need to bother you.”

Her voice was hoarse and the words obscure.

Lance crossed his arms over his chest and stood there watching her slowly walk towards the

bathroom.

Yvette closed the door after she went in and turned on the tap to wash up. Then she came out.

The moment Yvette opened the door, she saw Lance standing outside. Yvette was so frightened that she leaned back. Fortunately, Lance reached out and grabbed her in time, pulling her into his

embrace.

“Don’t touch me!” Yvette cried out.

Her throat was torn with pain.

Yvette felt that her mouth must have been worn out, which made her hate the culprit in front of her

even more.

She hit him hard. Lance ignored her struggle and carried her to the bed. He held her arms and said coldly, “Don’t be emotional.”

Yvette burst into a smile. Wasn’t he the one who caused her suffering?

She mocked, “Can you stop being such a hypocrite? It disgusts me.”

Lance frowned and said in a low voice, “Don’t be ungrateful.”

Yvette endured the tearing pain in her throat and said in a hoarse voice, “Well, my bad. I disgusted. you. I am sorry. Can you go out now?”

The air was suffocating.

The door of the ward was pushed open and Frankie came in with breakfast.

Frightened by the unusual atmosphere, Frankie stiffly put down the food, “I bought breakfast.”

Then he quickly went out.

However, Lance did not go. He patiently opened the meal box, set up the small table, and put the

meal on it.

“Eat.”

Yvette didn’t move, as if she had not heard him. She turned her face away from him.

Lance scooped up the porridge with a spoon and straightly fed it to her mouth. He ordered, “Eat.”

But Yvette still kept her mouth shut, and even her eyes were closed.

Lance’s eyes turned gloomy. He sneered, “Do you want me to feed you in another way?”