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.

directly strode away from her indifferently as if he did

was as if he was responding to Yvette’s words when

what Yvette wanted. They should act as if they

so indifferent, she still felt

emotions had already eroded into her

deep breath,

die of old age and never

other.

his brother, his face cold. When he passed Ellen, he said, “Later, I

with you

face instantly turned

leaving the bar, since both of them had drunk wine,

back and

arrived at the door of the apartment, she naturally felt timid. Jamie had too many ways

people.

and rang the

to be a little more obedient

front of the French window with his back to

her come in, he turned around. His eyes were as cold as if he had just crawled out of

you’ve been doing

was calm, but it

had to pretend to be silly.

out a stack of photos and threw them on her face.

yesterday was Mr. Baker, yesterday’s afternoon

Hacker…”

paused and then said lightly, “Ellen, can you have enough time to stay with

head

she had pulled

and the only words in her mind

without thinking. It was out of

steps and pressed her face against the window with a

lips pressed against her ear from behind and asked, “Where did