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.

away from her indifferently as if he

responding to Yvette’s words

what Yvette wanted. They should act as if

so indifferent, she still felt

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

deep breath, Yvette

of them would die of old age and never interact with each

other.

cold. When he passed Ellen,

with you

instantly

since both of them had drunk

sent Yvette back and then went

of the apartment, she

people.

rang the doorbell. The door opened

in and wanted to be a little more obedient so as to end it

front of the French window with

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

been doing

tone was calm, but it was

had to pretend to be silly. “What did

and threw them on her face. The sharp corner of the photos

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

Hacker…”

then said lightly, “Ellen, can you have enough time to

felt as if her head had been struck

she had pulled in

only words in

without

her neck in two steps and

against her ear from behind and