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 did

if he was responding

what Yvette wanted. They

for some reason, seeing him so indifferent, she still felt a little bitter in her

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

a deep breath,

die of old

other.

brother, his face cold. When he

with you

instantly

since both of them had drunk wine, Ellen called

back and then went to

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

people.

eyes and rang the doorbell. The door

a little more

in front of the French

were as cold

you’ve been doing

tone was calm, but it was

he knew, so she had to

of photos and threw them on her face. The

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

Hacker…”

“Ellen, can you

if her head had been struck by lightning and went

knew that she had pulled in

the only words in her

without thinking. It was out of her instinctive

back of her neck in two steps and pressed her face against the window with a

from behind and asked, “Where did they