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.

wanting to pull back

Bang!

a muffled sound, Yazmin fell heavily onto

“Yazmin!”

moment, a voice, which sounded familiar, came from

Yvette could find out who that was, she

Yvette to hit the railing next to her, hence an

abdomen.

I’m in a

forehead was covered in blood, and her

extremely pained.

examined Yazmin’s wounds carefully. He looked quite nervous

the while, he did not even look at Yvette, who he

as if someone was clutching it

everything. It was this crazy woman who

come out,

accused Yvette anyway since Yvette was a pain in the

to her.

look at Yvette, his

But there was still a trace of hope

sensible. “I

“Enough!”

something happens to Yazmin, I will

that Yvette was

was in Yvette’s

as if a barbed hook was

How laughable!

that, in Lance’s eyes, Yvette was vicious

with cold. Now, both her

then carried Yazmin into his car

ground, with a sneer,

of your league. You are insignificant to

were unpleasant, but Yvette didn’t

at Lance’s steps, which looked rather nervous, as if she

took good care of Yazmin was something Yvette had never

it dawned on Yvette that she was never

black Bentley. A cloud of dust rose as the car drove

queer pain came from…tte’s

something. She then held

that it would still take her a while before

body panicked Yvette a lot. And since it was difficult to grab a

Yvette got up, wanting to stop Lance’s car and have him drive her to

regardless.

Yvette dragged herself

strength.

stop. Instead, he sped right away toward the main

staring after

her

“Baby, I’m so sorry…”

Inside the ward.

was

corridor, answering the phone. The sunlight fell through