Secretary’s Secret Lover

Chapter 285 I Wanna Kick Him to Death

Lance didn’t care at all. He picked Yvette up by the waist and placed her back on the

bed.

Lance didn’t even care about his wound, allowing the red blood to flow on the creamy

white sheets.

Lance looked at her, his eyes lighting up.

The woman who he thought “died” five years ago. The woman who appeared in his

dreams every night was in front of his

eyes.

“Yvette…”

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Lance’s tall and slender body was suppressing her. She was trapped in his arms tightly.

He called her name one by one in a tender and loving tone.

The closer he got, the more Lance felt her temperature and her fragrance. Her true

existence felt quite different from when she was a piece of memory in his dream. Lance

always woke up at midnight when he dreamed of her.

Yvette watched as Lance’s bloody palm caressed her cheek, her eyes, and her lips with

strong affection.

The look in his eyes gradually changed from soft and tender to fierce. Lance’s lips were

about to approach hers.

Yvette slapped Lance’s face mercilessly.

“Don’t touch me! Bastard!”

Her heavy slap left five red fingerprints on Lance’s face. There wasn’t any affection. She

did it to purely vent her anger.

Lance didn’t feel any pain, nor did he care. His eyes flickered with desire.

“Honey, why can’t I touch you? You’re my wife.”

“I’m not!”

“You!” Lance buried his face into Yvette’s neck and bit the fair skin.

Yvette kicked her legs and shook her head, trying to dodge.

“I don’t know you. You’ve found the wrong person.”

Lance could have easily found that there was something wrong with Yvette.

She resisted because she really didn’t know him. She really regarded him as a stranger.

But Lance failed, or he didn’t want to admit it.

He crazily wanted her and possessed her body. This was the only way to prevent her

from disappearing.

Only then could Lance prove that he wasn’t dreaming.

Lance bent down slightly and propped his elbows on both sides of her body.

Suppressing his desire, he said in a hoarse voice, “It’s been too long since we’ve slept.

Let me help you remember, okay?”

He kissed her plump earlobe, gently biting and slowly twirling it. He tried to seduce

the way

“No!”

cried and shouted, her

At this moment, Lance was a

attacks and moaned. “I don’t want

husband…”

Lance finally stopped, his handsome face sullen. “What

cried hard, her face turning pale. She repeatedly said, “I don’t

husband…”

tears, the platinum diamond ring on her finger hurt Lance’s

regardless of the

to pull the ring

What are

he angrily threw it

eyes were filled with anger. He thought of how she had found a husband

ring with

Perhaps they had also slept

He was about

No one knew how he had been through these

was like a

He could not accept the fact that Yvette loved

did not appear. She lived

as if his chest had been struck

lasting

heart.

A tear fell from Lance’s scarlet eyes and

deep

Lance wiped his eyes and leaned down. His eyes were blurred,

your husband. Yvette, if you

Yvette understood what

full of desire. She was

curling into a ball,

her

didn’t pity her

was nothing else in his mind but fiercely

years.

tears. You’ll cry

this, Lance pulled her closer forcefully with

himself.

Yvette’s face and sucked her earlobe as if he

rubbed by him. Her tears flowed out uncontrollably

groaned.

if everything was out of control. She was suddenly

and treated so

She was

“Bang!”

The door was

over. He pulled Lance off the bed and pressed

him in the

grabbed that man’s hand to

used his knees to seal that

saw the man on the

lamp on the nightstand and

muffled

caught off

lamp rolled on the ground.

Lance’s heart

He slowly raised his head, just like a

full of disbelief.

was all because of that man. She ran out

panic and suddenly pushed Lance

Lance felt like being

let her push

Yvette pulled up the man on the ground, her

“Marlon… Marlon… Are you

“I’m fine.”

had

at fighting, but he had

four bodyguards outside, and it consumed his energy. Out

dangerous method to hurt the bodyguards, which