Secretary’s Secret Lover by Zayla Quinn

Chapter 285 I Wanna Kick Him to Death
Lance didn’t care at all. He picked Yvette up by the waist and placed her back on the bed.
Lance didn’t even care about his wound, allowing the red blood to flow on the creamy white sheets.
Lance looked at her, his eyes lighting up.
The woman who he thought “died” five years ago. The woman who appeared in his dreams every night was in front of his
eyes.
“Yvette...”
Lance’s tall and slender body was suppressing her. She was trapped in his arms tightly. He called her name one by one in a
tender and loving tone.
The closer he got, the more Lance felt her temperature and her fragrance. Her true existence felt quite different from when she
was a piece of memory in his dream. Lance always woke up at midnight when he dreamed of her.
Yvette watched as Lance’s bloody palm caressed her cheek, her eyes, and her lips with strong affection.
The look in his eyes gradually changed from soft and tender to fierce. Lance’s lips were about to approach hers.
Yvette slapped Lance’s face mercilessly.
“Don’t touch me! Bastard!”
Her heavy slap left five red fingerprints on Lance’s face. There wasn’t any affection. She did it to purely vent her anger.
Lance didn’t feel any pain, nor did he care. His eyes flickered with desire.
“Honey, why can’t I touch you? You’re my wife.”
“I’m not!”
“You!” Lance buried his face into Yvette’s neck and bit the fair skin.
Yvette kicked her legs and shook her head, trying to dodge.

“I don’t know you. You’ve found the wrong person.”
Lance could have easily found that there was something wrong with Yvette.
She resisted because she really didn’t know him. She really regarded him as a stranger.
But Lance failed, or he didn’t want to admit it.
He crazily wanted her and possessed her body. This was the only way to prevent her from disappearing.
Only then could Lance prove that he wasn’t dreaming.
Lance bent down slightly and propped his elbows on both sides of her body. Suppressing his desire, he said in a hoarse voice,
“It’s been too long since we’ve slept. Let me help you remember, okay?”
He kissed her plump earlobe, gently biting and slowly twirling it. He tried to seduce Yvette the way she liked.
“No!”
Yvette cried and shouted, her heart panicking.
At this moment, Lance was a terrifying lunatic to her.
She kept dodging his attacks and moaned. “I don’t want to sleep with you. I have a husband...”
Lance finally stopped, his handsome face sullen. “What did you say?”
Yvette cried hard, her face turning pale. She repeatedly said, “I don’t want you. I have a husband...”
As she wiped her tears, the platinum diamond ring on her finger hurt Lance’s feelings.
Lance pulled the ring desperately, regardless of the pain she would suffer. He was determined to pull the ring off.
“Hey! What are you doing?”
After Lance took the ring off, he angrily threw it into the trash bin.
His eyes were filled with anger. He thought of how she had found a husband and even exchanged the ring with that man...
Perhaps they had also slept together.

He was about to go crazy.
No one knew how he had been through these five years.
He was like a walking dead.
He could not accept the fact that Yvette loved another man.
She was alive but did not appear. She lived a happy life with another man...
Thinking of this, Lance felt as if his chest had been struck by a blunt blow. There was a long and lasting pain that pierced his
heart.
A tear fell from Lance’s scarlet eyes and landed on Yvette’s face.
Lance’s deep sorrow stunned her.
Lance wiped his eyes and leaned down. His eyes were blurred, and his voice was hoarse. “I am your husband. Yvette, if you
don’t understand, I will prove it to you.”
Yvette understood what he meant.
She looked at Lance’s handsome face full of desire. She was like a frightened rabbit curling into a ball, looking pitiful and cute.
with her red eyes.
But Lance didn’t pity her at all.
There was nothing else in his mind but fiercely punishing her for disappearing for five years.
“Save your tears. You’ll cry harder later.”
As he said this, Lance pulled her closer forcefully with his hands and pressed her under himself.
He kissed Yvette’s face and sucked her earlobe as if he was going to break her.
Yvette’s body was repeatedly rubbed by him. Her tears flowed out uncontrollably as she groaned.
She felt as if everything was out of control. She was suddenly taken to bed by this man and treated so perversely.

She was deeply desperate.
“Bang!”
The door was kicked open.
A figure rushed over. He pulled Lance off the bed and pressed him to the ground, striking him in the head.
Lance wasn’t weak. He grabbed that man’s hand to turn the situation around. Lance used his knees to seal that man’s neck, his
face pale.
Yvette panicked when he saw the man on the ground.
Without thinking, she grabbed the lamp on the nightstand and smashed it on Lance.
“Bang!” A muffled sound rang out.
Lance was caught off guard and groaned.
The lamp rolled on the ground. With the solid material, it wasn’t broken.
But Lance’s heart was broken.
He slowly raised his head, just like a slow motion in the movie. His handsome face was full of disbelief.
Yvette’s face was full of worry, but it was all because of that man. She ran out of bed in a panic and suddenly pushed Lance
away, not caring about his injury.
The strength was not strong, but Lance felt like being struck by lightning. Disheartened, Lance let her push him away.
Yvette pulled up the man on the ground, her tears falling uncontrollably.
“Marlon... Marlon... Are you alright...?”
“I’m fine.”
Marlon had stood up.

He was actually very good at fighting, but he had spent too much time dealing with the four bodyguards outside, and it consumed
his energy. Out of worry, he used a dangerous method to hurt the bodyguards, which hurt himself in turn.
So he would naturally be no match for Lance.
When he saw Yvette’s torn clothes and the kiss marks on her fair skin, Marlon clenched his fists tightly.
He endured his anger and put on his coat on Yvette.
“Are you alright?” He asked with concern.
Yvette thought of the humiliation she experienced just now and felt like crying, but she didn’t want to say it here, only
nodding with red eyes.
Even if Yvette didn’t say anything, Marlon could guess it. His face instantly darkened.
They were worried about each other and completely ignored Lance. Lance was extremely angry.
He clenched his teeth and pulled Yvette’s hand. He said in an unfriendly tone, “Come here!”
“Mr. Wolseley, mind your words!”
Marlon quickly pulled Yvette behind him and said to Lance, “Please be polite to my
sister!”
He called out Lance’s name, which indicated he had met Yvette before. There was no need for him to pretend not to know her.
He had investigated Yvette’s ex–husband.
“Your sister?”
Lance narrowed his eyes. He seemed to have seen this man before, who had a cute little girl.
At that time, the airport staff called him Mr. Lynn.
The Lynn family....

Lance heard a little about this wealthy family. They were engaged in the international shipping business.
But how could Yvette become a member of the Lynn family?
Marlon didn’t plan to hide it. Lance would know it after all once he investigated.
Marlon simply said, “My sister, Yvette Lynn, was lost when she was young. She only came back to us a few years ago.”
Lance’s eyes deepened as he looked at the woman hiding behind Marlon.
Yvette Lynn?
Marlon stood to the side and covered Yvette tightly. “Mr. Wolseley, you committed an attempted rape. I will retain the right to
pursue you!”
“Attempted rape?”
Lance was extremely cold. His eyes were full of cruelty. He smiled and said, “We’re a couple. How can you accuse me of that?”
Yvette couldn’t stand it anymore.
She really wanted to kick him to death.
She pulled Marlon’s arm and said angrily, “Marlon, let’s go. This man is crazy!”
She pointed to her head and whispered to Marlon, “He seems to have a problem here.”
Otherwise, why would Lance keep grabbing her and calling her his wife?
But she wouldn’t let Lance go
like this.
Yvette would wait until she was out of his territory to settle the accounts with him.
Her words instantly caused Lance’s handsome face to be filled with hostility.