Secretary’s Secret Lover

Secretary’s Secret Lover By Zayla Quinn Chapter 166

Chapter 166 I Am at Your Door Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

She said softly, “It was not that serious.”

The pain used to be minor. She would be prepared before her period came, so Lance didn’t know.

Moreover, every time it had come, she would hug Lance to sleep. His body was hot like burning charcoal. It had been warm and comfortable.

This time, it came so suddenly that she wasn’t prepared. In addition, due to the poor recuperation from her miscarriage, the pain was especially intense.

She looked down and saw that the cuffs of his shirt seemed to have been stained red by her. Immediately, her face burned a little hot. She pointed at his sleeve and said, “Wash that spot.”

Lance lowered his head and only then did he see that it was a little red.

He was actually a little obsessed with cleanliness, but he did not pay much attention to it. He nodded and said, “I’m going to take a shower.”

Yvette looked at his back, her long eyelashes gently going down.

She knew he was obsessed with cleanliness and would be unhappy if he was a little dirty.

But now, he actually didn’t mind her blood.

Thinking about it, she fell asleep perhaps because of the medicine.

In the middle of the night, Yvette turned over and rubbed her forearm against something.

She was shocked and suddenly opened her eyes. She found that someone was sleeping next to her.

Yvette stretched out her hand and turned on the light at the head of the bed. Her body froze and she blinked. Only then did she confirm that it was Lance who was sleeping next to her.

He seemed to have been woken up by her and stared at her unhappily.

“You…”

Yvette grabbed the quilt and wrapped it around her body. After a long time, she said, “You’re a pervert!”

“Huh?”

It seemed like Lance hadn’t returned to his normal state, and his voice was lazy.

Yvette’s face was as red as an apple as she pointed at him. “Why aren’t you wearing clothes?”

Lance looked down at himself and remembered something. He said righteously, “The clothes are dirty. How do I wear them?”

He even pulled the quilt to the side, revealing his strong and enticing abs.

“It’s so hot.”

“What nonsense are you talking about? It’s December now. Is it hot?”

Lance had a superior head-to-body ratio. His waist and legs looked like they were perfectly designed. He was seductive when he was wearing clothes. But now he was only wearing a pair of boxers.

His figure was even better than a model.

Yvette took one more look, and her face turned redder.

No wonder she felt so warm and comfortable.

It turned out he had been hugging her to sleep without wearing any clothes.

“I always feel hot,” he answered bluntly and flipped over to get out of bed.

After a while, he brought a cup over and said to her, “Drink it.”

Yvette looked at the tea and smelled ginger, freezing for a moment.

“You made it?”

Lance reluctantly agreed.

After he took a shower, he noticed her hands and feet were a little cold, so he called Frankie to buy materials and made them according to a recipe online.

He had never done this before and had even scalded his hand for it!

It was for a woman who despised him. He felt angry just thinking about it.

“Hurry up. It’s not hot.” Lance seemed to be a little impatient.

Yvette took it, and her face was a little red.

He had never done this for anyone before because he had servants.

In addition, it was late at night, and the scantly-dressed handsome man was serving her tea, making her feel

like she was being served by a professional.

After she finished drinking, Lance took the cup away. Yvette then discovered that the back of his fair hand

was red.

Lance’s skin was even better than a woman’s.

“What’s wrong?” Yvette asked.

“It’s fine.”

Lance didn’t want to say more. He couldn’t say that he had scalded himself. It would be embarrassing.

He took the cup and walked to the door. He suddenly turned his head and looked at her while leaning against the door frame, smiling, “You feel sorry for me?”

Yvette instantly gave a fake smile and said, “You think too much.”

Lance snorted coldly and went out.

Yvette was so regretful that she wanted to bite off her tongue. What had she said just now?

She would be unlucky for caring about a man.

The wise saying must never be forgotten.

Also, how could she have slept so soundly, to actually let Lance sleep in her bed?

They were not in a relationship where they could sleep in the same bed!

When Lance returned, Yvette regained her calm. She said indifferently, “Mr. Wolseley, thank you for tonight.

It’s getting late. You should go back.”

Lance stared at her and sneered, “Now you know it’s getting late.”

“In the middle of the night, a man and a woman being alone in a room will be misunderstood.”

Yvette had wanted to mention his new girlfriend, but she was afraid that he would be narcissistic enough to

think that she was jealous, so she changed to a euphemistic way to remind him.

Lance took the wrong idea.

He said coldly, “You are afraid Charlie will misunderstand? He has spent 500 thousand dollars, but I slept

with you instead.”

Those words were somewhat harsh, making Yvette clench her fists.

She did not want to waste time with him, so she urged with a cold face, “You should leave quickly.”.

But Lance did not retreat. Instead, he advanced, pulled the quilt, got on the bed, and pulled Yvette into his

arms.

His body was very hot, sticking to Yvette like a stove.

Yvette struggled, but he held her hands in front of his chest from behind and threatened, “Be more careful. Don’t keep trying to seduce me.”

Yvette really had nothing to say.

She was already suffering from abdominal pain, so she was even more unwilling to argue with him.

She found that his body was hot. His large palm kept rubbing her belly. She felt as if a warm current entered her body, It was soft and comfortable, and she felt better.

In the quiet night, Lance looked down at her slender, fair neck for a moment. His Adam’s apple bobbed a little,

and his eyes showed that he was determined to win.

He said slowly, “Yvette, you won’t be together.”

No one could take away a woman he has marked.

After a while, he turned off the lights.

Yvette did not fall asleep, but she did not say a word. Her nerves were tense until she could not resist and fell into a deep sleep.

In the morning, Yvette was woken up by the ringing of her phone.

Everyone would get a little angry waking up in the morning, so she let her phone ring longer.

Suddenly, a man’s voice came from the phone.

“Yvette, are you awake?”

She suddenly opened her eyes and met Lance’s deep eyes.

He supported his head with one hand and held her phone with the other. He answered the call.

“Yvette?”

Charlie asked over the phone.

Yvette’s heart skipped a beat. She replied after a pause, “I’m here.”

As she spoke, she reached out to grab her phone. Lance did not tease her and directly handed her phone to

her.

Yvette made a ‘shh’ gesture at him fiercely.

It was fine if she hadn’t done it, but now Lance narrowed his eyes dangerously and stared at her.

Yvette did not care and was still talking on the phone. She asked, “What’s wrong?”

“I want to ask you out for breakfast,” Said Charlie.

Yvette did not have time to reply before her body suddenly stiffened.

Lance turned over and pressed down on her. His eyes were cold as he pinched her chin, gently sucking along the marks left by his bite. His other hand was pinching her full buttocks. He massaged her, and his

movements were extremely lustful.

Yvette’s breathing became heavy in an instant.

After a while, she gritted her teeth and asked with a trembling voice, “Where are you?”

Those words, dissatisfied Lance. He reached out to unbutton her pajamas. The kisses were dense. It went from her chin to her neck to her delicate collarbone. Everywhere he touched, there was a moving pink mark.

Charlie said, “I am at your door.”