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.

from her indifferently as if he did not know

as if he was responding to Yvette’s words

wanted. They should act

so indifferent, she still felt

truly a terrifying thing. Many emotions had already eroded into her bones. There was no need to mobilize them,

a deep

of old age and

other.

glanced at his brother, his face cold. When he passed Ellen, he said,

with you

instantly turned

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

first sent Yvette back and then went to

she naturally felt timid.

people.

closed her eyes and rang the doorbell. The door opened

stepped in and wanted to be a little more obedient

a suit and stood in front of the French window

around. His eyes were as

doing pretty well

calm, but it was

he knew, so she had to pretend

photos and threw them on her face. The

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

Hacker…”

“Ellen, can you have enough

felt as if her head

had pulled in

words in her

to run out without thinking. It was

back of her neck in two steps and pressed

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