Secretary’s Secret Lover

Chapter 166 I Am at Your Door

She said softly, “It was not that serious.”

The pain used to be minor. She would be prepared before her period came, so Lance didn’t know.

Moreover, every time it had come, she would hug Lance to sleep. His body was hot like burning charcoal. It had been warm and comfortable.

This time, it came so suddenly that she wasn’t prepared. In addition, due to the poor recuperation from her miscarriage, the pain was especially intense.

She looked down and saw that the cuffs of his shirt seemed to have been stained red by her. Immediately, her face burned a little hot. She pointed at his sleeve and said, “Wash that spot.”

Lance lowered his head and only then did he see that it was a little red.

He was actually a little obsessed with cleanliness, but he did not pay much attention to it. He nodded and said, “I’m going to take a shower.”

Yvette looked at his back, her long eyelashes gently going down.

She knew he was obsessed with cleanliness and would be unhappy if he was a little dirty.

But now, he actually didn’t mind her blood.

Thinking about it, she fell asleep perhaps because of the medicine.

In the middle of the night, Yvette turned over and rubbed her forearm against something.

She was shocked and suddenly opened her eyes. She found that someone was sleeping next to her.

Yvette stretched out her hand and turned on the light at the head of the bed. Her body froze and she blinked. Only then did she confirm that it was Lance who was sleeping next to her.

He seemed to have been woken up by her and stared at her unhappily.

“You…”

Yvette grabbed the quilt and wrapped it around her body. After a long time, she said, “You’re a pervert!”

“Huh?”

It seemed like Lance hadn’t returned to his normal state, and his voice was lazy.

Yvette’s face was as red as an apple as she pointed at him. “Why aren’t you wearing clothes?”

Lance looked down at himself and remembered something. He said righteously, “The clothes are dirty. How do I wear them?”

He even pulled the quilt to the side, revealing his strong and enticing abs.

“It’s so hot.”

“What nonsense are you talking about? It’s December now. Is it hot?”

Lance had a superior head-to-body ratio. His waist and legs looked like they were perfectly designed. He was seductive when he was wearing clothes. But now he was only wearing a pair of boxers.

even better than

took one more look, and

felt so

he had been hugging

bluntly and flipped over to get

while, he brought a cup over

looked at the tea and

“You made it?”

Lance reluctantly agreed.

a shower, he noticed her hands and feet were a little cold, so he called Frankie to buy materials and made them according to a

before and had even scalded

him. He

It’s not hot.” Lance seemed to be

took it, and her

had never done this for anyone before

late at night, and the scantly-dressed handsome man was serving her tea, making

was being served by

drinking, Lance took the cup away. Yvette then

was red.

skin was even better than a

“What’s wrong?” Yvette asked.

“It’s fine.”

didn’t want to say more. He couldn’t say that he had scalded himself. It

and looked at her while

a fake smile and

coldly and went

that she wanted to bite off her tongue. What

would be unlucky for caring

saying must

have slept so soundly, to actually let

were not in a relationship where they could sleep in

Lance returned, Yvette regained her calm. She said indifferently, “Mr. Wolseley, thank

getting late. You should go

sneered, “Now

night, a man and a woman being alone in a

to mention his new girlfriend, but she was afraid that

so she changed to a euphemistic way to remind

took the

misunderstand?

with you instead.”

were somewhat harsh,

time with him, so she urged with a cold face,

pulled the quilt, got on the bed, and pulled

arms.

sticking to Yvette

chest from behind

had nothing to