Secretary’s Secret Lover by Zayla Quinn

Secretary’s Secret Lover By Zayla Quinn Chapter 105 I Have a Wife

After Lance finished dealing with Triston, he was about to walk out.

However, Yazmin quickly stopped him. She weakly grabbed his arm and leaned on him. She

whispered, “Lance, I feel dizzy.”

Originally, after what happened to Triston, the atmosphere was quite awkward.

When someone saw this scene, the person wanted to lighten things up, so he shouted, “Kiss her!”

This caused the atmosphere to become lively again.

Everyone gathered and shouted, “Kiss her! Kiss her!”

Yazmin was overjoyed. She was happy to see this scene.

She originally wanted some rumors about them to become true. After all, she was the only one who

had been known as Lance’s girlfriend, which had brought great benefits to her and the Myers

family.

Everyone was shouting.

Yazmin thought that Lance would not make her embarrassed.

She thought that Lance would at least fake it to make it through.

She held her face close to Lance’s, but when she got closer, she saw him frown and move aside.

Lance said coldly, “Yazmin, you should know where to stop.”

Today, he did not know that Yazmin had a birthday party here, but he did not expose her. He had

already been nice enough.

Yazmin bit her lips, looking like she had been hurt. She said pitifully, “Lance, are you trying to make me

embarrassed? There are so many people watching us. Can’t you just give me a kiss as a

way of courtesy?”

Lance said with a straight face, “Yazmin, don’t forget that I have a wife.”

The word ‘wife’ was like a knife that stabbed Yazmin’s body.

Her fingernails dug deep into her palm while no one was noticing.

She thought, Why? Why could that bitch be his wife?

She has cuckolded him. What kind of wife is she?

This title can only be mine! Mine!

Lance did not stay. He left amidst the crowd’s cheers.

The atmosphere was very awkward.

Yazmin forced a smile and explained, “Lance has something urgent to do at the company. Let’s

continue.”

The feast continued and the place got lively again.

Yazmin turned around and her face instantly became distorted and horrible in a corner where no

one else could see.

She cursed inside, This bitch, she really deserves to die!

I want her to die!

After Lance came out, Frankie drove the car.

In the car, Lance took out the pills and swallowed them without counting them.

He began to have a headache after seeing the report.

It was as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over his head, washing away all of his rationality

and calmness.

A violent temper was constantly brewing in his heart. At that time, if he was with Yvette, he was afraid

that he would do something that he would regret.

He needed to wait until he calmed down to think about what he should do.

He did not want to make some irrational decisions now.

Yet not longer after, Lance suddenly said to Frankie coldly, “Stop the car!”

Frankie lightly hit the brakes and stopped the car. Following Lance’s dark gaze, he saw two people

hugging each other on the side of the road.

To be more exact, they were not hugging each other. Their every move made them more like a couple

who were bickering with each other.

The cold street lights shone on Lance’s face, making his handsome face look colder and colder. His

thin lips curled into a cynical smile and he punched the LCD screen on the back of the seat. His hand

was covered with blood, but it was as if he could not feel any pain.

The rage inside him was about to burst out, though he had taken pills to suppress it.

“Let’s go,” he said with difficulty.

At the side of the road.

Marcus’ eyes were very deep. His eyes under the rimless glasses were like bottomless lakes, making

people feel that they could not get close to him.

Yvette said sorry and took half a step back, leaving his embrace.

Unexpectedly, Marcus held her wrist.

He was very strong and he carried her in his arms effortlessly.

Yvette was shocked and she struggled. “Mr. Wolseley, please put me down.”

“You are injured. I will take you to treat your injury.”

Marcus did not give her a chance to refuse. He carried her into the car and took a clean suit from the

car for her to put on.

Yvette could smell that there was a very fresh mint fragrance on his clothes, which could calm people.

She pursed her lips and thanked him. Marcus nodded as a response.

There was a faint smell of alcohol in the car. It was obvious that Marcus had just drunk wine. He leaned

back in his chair and closed his eyes to rest.

A message came in on Yvette’s phone.

It was from Ellen who asked if she had arrived home.

Yvette didn’t want her to worry, so she said yes.

Ellen forwarded a video to her. Yvette clicked on it. It was the scene where the crowd cheered and

asked Lance to kiss Yazmin after they left.

The video was very short, and when their faces were about to meet, it stopped abruptly.

Ellen: “Yvette, you said you are good with each other. Are you lying to me? You are his legitimate wife.

How can he treat you like this!”

Yvette looked at the cover of the video. The man was handsome and the woman was beautiful. They

were a perfect match.

“Plop!”

Bean-sized tears fell on the phone screen. She reached out and wiped them, and the next drop of

tear fell.

Soon, the screen was covered with tears.

There was a sudden pain in her heart.

Yvette thought that she was really naïve and stupid!

She always softened after he said some nice words.

Then she made herself a joke again.

She didn’t want to believe his promise anymore. She didn’t want it anymore.

Marcus handed her a handkerchief and didn’t say anything.

Yvette took it and wiped her face.

Her palm-sized face was full of tears, and there was strong determination in her eyes. The sight would

make anyone who saw her feel pity for her.

After wiping her tears, she found that what Marcus gave her was a handkerchief. She felt that it was

not proper to return it to him while it was full of her tears, so she put it into her pocket.

Soon, the car drove into a private house.

After getting out of the car, Marcus reached out. He glanced at Yvette and took his hand back.

After entering the door, a woman in her forties came over and looked Marcus up and down. “Is this your

girlfriend?”

Without waiting for Yvette to answer, Marcus said, “No. Please treat her wound.”

The woman looked up and examined Yvette carefully. She was stunned and blurted out, “Alena?”

Yvette was stunned. The woman came back to her senses. She shook her head and said, “Sorry, I

should get a new pair of glasses.”

The woman held Yvette’s hand and took her to sit down. She took out the medicine box and gently

cleaned her wound. As she treated the wound, she looked at Yvette and said, “You really look like a

friend of mine.”

Yvette was stunned. Marcus had also said the same thing before. He said that she looked like a

friend of his.

It seemed that the last time he said this was not to strike up a conversation. It was true.

She immediately felt a little embarrassed.

After dealing with the wound, the woman asked her to sit and wait for a while, and then she gave her

some medicine for her to bring back.

The woman walked out of the room. Marcus was standing on the balcony, smoking. When he heard the

noise, he turned around and asked the woman, “Is she alright?”

“It’s nothing. It’s just a bruise.” The woman hesitated and said, “However, she seems to be

pregnant.”

Marcus was shocked.

The woman looked at his expression and teased, “Marcus, you are so amazing. That little girl should

be at least 12 years younger than you.”

Marcus was deep in thought, but he did not explain.

The woman continued, “I am very happy that you can think things through. After all, Alena has been

gone for so many years. If she is still here, I think she also hopes that you will find a

companion.”

After taking the medicine, Yvette and Marcus got into the car and left.

Marcus remained indifferent and did not say much.

Yvette liked the atmosphere. She did not want to say a word, either.

When they arrived at the Serenity Villa, Yvette thanked him before getting out of the car, and

Marcus nodded.

Just as she was about to get out of the car, Marcus suddenly reached out and grabbed her wrist.

His palm pressed against the skin of her wrist. There was no obstruction in between, and Yvette could

feel the heat in his palm.

Marcus’ face was gentle. He looked at her through the thin lens and said, “I gave you my number. last

time. If there is anything, you can call me.”

When Yvette returned the money to him, the two of them had contacted once, and that was all.

She had typed: “Thank you for your help. I have transferred the money. Please check your account.”

Marcus replied: “Okay.”

After telling Yvette to call him, he quickly let her go.

Yvette opened the car door and heard him say from behind. “Don’t make yourself a mess again next

time.”

Marcus knew his place. His tone sounded as if he was an elder caring for someone from the younger

generation.

Yvette did not think much about it. After getting out of the car, she watched his car drive away.

She did not know that a pair of cold eyes were looking at her from the window.