Secretary’s Secret Lover

Chapter 112 Welcome to My Hell

Jamie said angrily, “Ellen, don’t push your luck.”

Jamie was furious. Seeing that, Ellen became happier. “In these three years, you can’t get married. Although I am no paragon of virtue, I will not be a mistress.”

Fiona was obsessed with being Jamie’s bride. Then, she could humiliate Ellen.

Therefore, Ellen wouldn’t allow Fiona to get what she wanted. At the same time, Ellen didn’t want to be a

mistress.

Jamie’s eyes blazed with fury. “Who do you think you are? You have to be my plaything, no matter whether I

get married.”

“Jamie, I am not discussing it with you. Anyway, you won’t let the Robbins family off. If we can’t reach an

agreement…”

Ellen’s voice was soft, but she was solemn. “Let’s fight to the death.”

Jamie suddenly laughed, which was terrifying.

Ellen’s words made him happy.

“Well, I agree,” Jamie said word by word.

Then, he took a step forward and reached out.

Ellen took Jamie’s hand and jumped off the sill into his arms without hesitation.

Jamie threw Ellen onto the bed and pressed her under him. He put his hand on her waist and sneered, “Ellen, you are provoking me. I will make you suffer a lot, and you will regret it.”

Jamie decided to make Ellen experience his hell.

His voice was no longer clear and gentle. It turned cold and gloomy.

“Ms. Robbins, welcome to my hell,” Jamie enunciated each word fiercely.

Ellen only revealed half of her eye, but she was appealing. She twined her arms around Jamie’s neck and smiled charmingly. Her red lips approached his ear. “Jamie, I have been in hell for a long time.”

From the moment he stopped loving her.

From the moment he fell in love with someone else.

From the moment he allowed others to humiliate her.

was in hell every minute of her

out a repeated and

intertwined. Ellen was in a trance, feeling she was

the feeling in her body

held Ellen’s chin so that she had to look

His buzz cut and the scar on his forehead

“Be attentive.”

took a bite at Ellen’s neck. There was a

smiled. “Jamie, what’s wrong with you? It hurts so

her trick. He freed

you want to be more excited? I’ll call

She held him and said, “Well, you’d better

out on Jamie’s temples, and his blood

cursed, “You stupid

Rat-a-tat.

nurse knocked on

what can

one replied, but some

left with a red

smiled, “Jamie, you are awkward. You have locked

angry, but he had never

that Ellen, who was no longer a doormat,

said arrogantly, “Jamie, I will not

his eyebrow and mocked, “I’ll

know was

thought three years was enough for him to torture her,

without vitality, he wished he could trade his life for

love was concealed by hatred, which made him

president’s office of the Wolseley

his talk with Yvette in

Lance

to leave. Lance stopped him and ordered, “Delete all

birthday party.”

walked out,

of the president’s office on the

tried not to

a while, Lucas gave the surveillance footage to

it hard

head and said, “No. It’s my duty to

have to serve Ms. Myers anymore. And you

Mr. Wolseley’s order.”

“Why?” Lucas blurted out.

you want