Secretary’s Secret Lover

Chapter 172 Do You Want to Gamble?

Before Lance entered the room, he suddenly stopped and looked coldly at the white roses on the coffee table.

He asked, “Do you like flowers very much?”

In his memory, he had never sent flowers to anyone, not even once.

Yvette didn’t know what to say and murmured, “It depends.”

After saying this, she wanted to bite off her tongue.

Sure enough, Lance’s face sank.

In fact, Yvette did not mean to provoke him. Instead, there was a man who often tailed her in college. He would also put a red rose in her bag and book without her knowing.

For a while, Yvette was really afraid. She thought of bad things when she saw roses.

Therefore, when she said that it depended, she did not mean that she liked the roses Charlie sent her.

But Lance did not think so.

Lance made a decision almost in a second. Instead of entering the room, he put Yvette down on the coffee table and pressed her against the tender white roses.

Her back was covered with wet rose dew, which was so cold that it made her tremble.

Yvette grabbed his shirt tightly, not daring to put all her weight on the roses, feeling absurd.

There were so many places. Why did he want to do it here?

“I don’t like it here.”

When she was nervous, tears welled up in her eyes, and she lay on the petals in panic and helplessness,

giving him the urge to ravage her.

Lance lowered his eyes and did not allow her to refuse. “Let’s do it here.”

The hard wrapping paper was squeezed and made a gurgling sound. Lance reached out his hand to her back

and untied the packaging of the roses.

The tightly bundled roses immediately loosened, some lying on the table and some scattered on the ground

on both sides of the coffee table.

Yvette was not sure if the coffee table could withstand the weight of the two. She was so nervous that her heart was about to jump out.

She pushed him away and said, “I don’t want to do it here. I don’t want to do it anymore.”

“Then you want me to continue like this?” Lance looked at her with deep eyes.

hesitation as if he wanted to

else couldn’t be ignored,

cut their ties off. The bait that

predicament. She also knew

didn’t have the right to separate from

Lance had said, unless he didn’t want her, no one else

for a moment and made a decision before she could react. “You won’t lie to me,

deep, and there was no desire in them at

this what

write a letter of assurance, promising that you won’t pester

clutched the front of her

eyes and long eyelashes. When he didn’t

unfathomable.

I want

Yvette was speechless.

place. Just as

let alone ask for justice

end, it was just to

and Yvette was too afraid of his silent invasion, so she

to gamble.

His tone was calm. “You

it? Do you want to

it many times in the past. If it was him, it seemed that it

so difficult to accept.

she would only think that she had been bitten by

life would be peaceful and

comparison, her bit

You said that you wouldn’t lie to me in

decision.

played some self-righteous little tricks and used what he had said before to pin him

to go back on his

of the

it was an illusion, but she always felt that Lance was not happy

was

her, he said, “It’s too late to go

force, he pried open her lips and swallowed her smooth tongue, crushing

tried to crush her

went numb, and her fingers

her were squeezed into rose juice, with a fascinating fragrance, gurgling

hot breath invaded

her have a good time and deliberately

went from her

kissed the soft flesh on her neck that was not wrapped

little regretful now, but she could

seemed to be