Secretary’s Secret Lover

Secretary’s Secret Lover By Zayla Quinn Chapter 143 Meeting

In a second, Lance’s face darkened.

Yvette’s face turned pale. After being together with Lance for two years, she naturally knew that Lance hated people who lied to him the most.

But on second thought, she would not have much contact with the mighty Mr. Wolseley in the future. It was fine if he knew, but it was best if he hated her so much that he did not want to see her at all.

Then she could get some peace.

Ellen directly blocked Yvette behind her. Ellen looked at Lance and said cautiously, “You caused Yvette to be so miserable. So what if she wants you to die? If someone causes me to be so miserable, I will kill him

myself.”

Ellen naturally protected her best friend. Moreover, Yvette was right. It was Lance who was wrong.

Lance’s expression was extremely cold, and he did not say a word.

However, after not a week, he seemed to have become much thinner, and his face was still a little sickly.

Yvette thought of the day when Frankie said that Lance had vomited blood and fainted. She had thought that Lance had played some tricks, but now it seemed to be true.

At first glance, she saw his weak side. It would be a lie to say that there was no fluctuation in her heart.

After all, he was someone she had once loved with all her might, and it was difficult for her to be indifferent.

Yvette knew that she was too soft-hearted and could not be too heartless to others.

However, even though he was sick, Lance’s noble temperament was not lost. Instead, his pale face made him even more charming.

Yvette thought that he would at least question her a few words, and she was ready to respond.

However, the first time he looked at her, his gaze was a little fierce, and then he completely stopped looking

at her.

her indifferently

if he was responding to Yvette’s words when they

wanted. They should act as

seeing him so indifferent, she still felt a

into her

deep

of them would die of

other.

he passed Ellen,

with you

face instantly turned

bar, since both of them had drunk wine, Ellen called for a

and then went to Jamie’s

the apartment, she naturally felt timid. Jamie had too many

people.

her eyes and rang the doorbell.

wanted to be a little more

and stood in front of the French window

turned around. His eyes were as cold as if he had just crawled

been doing

calm,

so she had

on her

Baker, yesterday’s afternoon was Mr. Moore, and

Hacker…”

lightly, “Ellen, can you have enough

as if her head

she had pulled

only words in her mind were

run out without thinking. It was

the back of her neck in two steps and pressed her face

her ear from behind and asked, “Where did they