Secretary’s Secret Lover by Zayla Quinn

Secretary’s Secret Lover By Zayla Quinn Chapter 7 He’s Going to Marry His Tantalizing Ex

But soon, Yazmin came back to her senses. She looked at Emilie. “Emilie, it seems that I’ve left my bag in the restaurant. Will you please fetch it for me?”

Emilie wanted to keep picking on Yvette, but she was resigned to leaving. And when she left, she glared at

Yvette harshly.

Yazmin looked at Yvette with a sweet smile, “Yvette, thank you for taking care of Lance.”

By saying that, Yazmin was actually declaring that Lance belonged to her.

Meanwhile, Yvette found what Yazmin said ironic, thinking, she isn’t Lance’s wife. I am.

Yazmin continued, “I was too willful before, fleeing abroad just because of a row. But Lance is so sweet. He has been waiting for me to come back all the while. Therefore, I decided to marry him while I’m back now.”

Yazmin kept talking.

But she didn’t have Yvette’s attention anymore.

That Yazmin was going to marry Lance wrenched Yvette’s heart. Yvette almost fainted upon hearing this.

Yvette thought, we haven’t divorced yet, and he is already planning to remarry!

Noticing that Yvette wasn’t listening, Yazmin called her, “Yvette?”

Hearing that, Yvette wrenched her mind back to the present.

“What is the matter, Ms. Myers?”

Looking at Yvette, who wasn’t herself now, Yazmin was satisfied.

Then Yazmin took out her phone, opened the Line application, and said, “Yvette, how about I add you on Line? Lance treats me so well. I am thinking that maybe I can give him a surprise sometimes. You’ll have to assist

me then.”

Yvette didn’t want to have Yazmin on her contact, but as Yvette saw Yazmin’s face, which was eager, Yvette

was resigned to it.

Since the sun was shining brightly outside, there appeared beads of sweat on Yazmin’s forehead. Therefore, Yazmin turned to look at Yvette and said in embarrassment, “Yvette, can you please take me there?”

Yvette nodded and pushed the wheelchair. But the wheelchair wasn’t moving.

Yvette then pressed her hand against the armrest while bending so as to check if the wheels were stuck.

But the moment Yvette lowered her head, Yazmin pinched Yvette’s arm hard and asked with a sneer, “Yvette,

did it give you pleasure to sleep with my man for the past two years?”

Yvette had a premonition that something bad was gonna happen.

At that moment, the wheelchair, which was stuck, moved on its own suddenly.

“Help!

“Yvette!”

Yazmin, her face full of fear, screamed and called out Yvette’s name. In its wake, she fell backward harshly.

she reached out, wanting to pull back Yazmin. But

Bang!

Yazmin fell heavily onto the

“Yazmin!”

a voice, which sounded familiar, came from

who

railing next to her, hence an ache from

abdomen.

in a

Her forehead was covered in blood,

extremely pained.

examined Yazmin’s wounds carefully. He looked quite nervous

he did not even look

Yvette’s heart ache as if someone was clutching

everything. It was this crazy woman

just come out, pointed at Yvette while blaming

all. But she accused Yvette anyway since Yvette

to her.

swiveled to look at Yvette, his eyes

a moment. But there was still a trace

sensible. “I

“Enough!”

mercilessly, his eyes scarlet. “If something happens

decided that

in Yvette’s eyes before had

heart was bleeding as if a barbed hook

How laughable!

Lance’s eyes, Yvette

shivering with cold. Now, both her

carried Yazmin into his car without

was on the ground, with a sneer, as if Yvette was a poor

of your league. You are insignificant to him

unpleasant, but Yvette didn’t

blankly at Lance’s steps, which looked rather nervous, as

of Yazmin

she was never really

started his black Bentley. A cloud of dust rose

queer pain came from…tte’s

something. She then held her lower

tell Yvette that it would still take her

a lot. And

got up, wanting to stop Lance’s car

regardless.

car passed by before her. Yvette dragged herself with difficulty as

strength.

stop. Instead, he sped right away toward the main

left staring after the car

stroked her lower abdomen while shedding tears of

“Baby, I’m so sorry…”

Inside the ward.

was

the corridor, answering the phone. The sunlight fell through the glass onto his face,