Secretary’s Secret Lover

Secretary’s Secret Lover By Zayla Quinn Chapter 141 Divorce

Lance rushed to the hospital. The first thing Frankie did when he arrived at the scene was to check the

surveillance video.

In the surveillance video, Yvette came out of the room at half past one in the morning while the nurse was

asleep.

Yvette got into the elevator barefoot in a white dress and never came down.

The elevator stopped on the 18th floor.

“Mr. Wolseley, it’s the top floor,” Frankie said with a serious expression.

As he heard this, Lance’s pupils suddenly shrank, and he immediately rushed out.

In the dark night, Yvette sat on the cement pier on the edge of the top floor.

Her hair was like seaweed, and her white dress was blown up by the wind, making her look even thinner. Her whole body was fragile like a crystal that would break in seconds.

When Lance saw this scene, his expression was unprecedentedly ugly. A feeling of panic crept into his heart.

“Yvette.”

He called out carefully as if he was afraid that she would be shattered.

Yvette acted as if she had not heard anything. She raised her head and stared at a certain place in the sky.

“Yvette, what are you looking at?” Lance lowered his voice, staring at her without blinking as he slowly approached her.

Yvette seemed to not have noticed and replied, “Baby.”

Lance stopped in his tracks and saw Yvette raise her slender arm and point at the sky. “The baby just came to say goodbye to me and went there.”

In a split second, it was as if a giant hammer had descended from the sky and ruthlessly smashed into

Lance’s heart.

His face gradually became pale, and his fingers by his side unconsciously trembled.

After a long time, he finally said with difficulty, “Can you come down first?”

Yvette said lightly, “Lance, can you let me go?”

“Yvette, come down. Let’s talk, okay?” The man was tense, and his tone was forbearing.

Yvette looked at the man’s face and knew that she had succeeded halfway.

Half of her plan was to make him think that she wanted to do something dangerous, and the other half was

to make him agree to divorce.

She could not really risk her life. Since she promised her grandmother that she would live a good life, she

would never break her promise.

living a good life was to leave this

hatred occupy her life and

she was going to ask Jaiden for help, but in her heart, she

baby was gone.

She did not want him to be

this.” Yvette stared

for ten years was the

it very

night, only the girl’s little face

her, he felt that her pupils were especially beautiful and as bright as

beautiful eyes were still very bright, but that soul-stirring

only empty brightness.

Why?

was it

panic, regret… all sorts of emotions filled his chest in an

breathing had become extremely difficult. His

by a hand!

he let

heard his own humble and begging voice. “Yazmin won’t bother us again. Yvette, give me a chance. I will treat you well, and we will still be the same as

baby come back?” Yvette interrupted

just five simple words, all the words that Lance wanted to

he was rich enough, there were things he could not manage to

like the fact that they could not go back to the

Yvette suddenly

that the baby really came to her dream

not true. The baby had never

really missed

baby was her only comfort when her grandmother

was her only consolation

was as if she wanted to vent

body was fluttering, and she was crying her heart out. “Lance,

did not expect him to save her immediately. At the very least, he should

he hung up

she had been protecting her belly, and the baby had

time.

and

phone call he hung up on was his

sorry, Yvette.

knew that she would not accept his apology, but other than being sorry, he did not

first time, he knew what it meant to be powerless. If it was possible, he would rather risk his

this pain for

was gone, and he

was like a dense thorn that stabbed into his

his pain was far

long eyelashes fluttered, and pearl-like tears dripped down her pale

again. Don’t make me hate you even

like a butcher’s knife dipped in poison, slicing and cutting every inch of

longer, and he

throat.

as if a minute had passed, yet it was also like a thousand years

he said in a hoarse voice,