Secretary’s Secret Lover by Zayla Quinn

Chapter 251 What Should I Do?

Yvette said in disbelief, "Charlie, are you crazy?"

Charlie smiled gently, "Yvette, I want you to stay with me all the time. I don't want everything here. I

only want you." "I don't want you!" Yvette shouted loudly.

"Charlie, I'm married!"

Charlie could no longer stay calm when he heard this.

His handsome face became slightly sullen as he said, "Yvette, I don't mind that you were married

before." "Actually...

"I married Lance again," Yvette told him.

Crack!

Charlie suddenly stepped on the brake.

Strong inertia came. Yvette was caught off guard and leaned forward, knocking her head on the baffle

in front of the passenger seat.

Charlie stared at her with red eyes and asked, ’What did you say?"

Yvette held her dizzy head and said, "Charlie, I remarried Lance yesterday.

He will definitely come to me."

In an instant, there was dead silence in the car.

All the elegance on Charlie's handsome face faded away, leaving only a layer of gray shadow.

He stared at Yvette and asked, "Why?"

Yvette found Charlie terrifying when looking at her like this.

Yvette maintained her composure and told him, "He is the father of my child. He will definitely come to

find me."

Charlie's face instantly turned cold. He suddenly pinched Yvette's chin and said, "He hurt you like that.

You also lost a child. Have you forgotten?"

He exerted more strength on pinching her chin, and his expression was terrifying.

"I thought it was an accident that you were pregnant. I didn't argue with you.

How dare you remarry him?"

Yvette was in so much pain that her tears were forced out.

It was as if Charlie wanted to crush her chin. He said word by word, "You are like a slut."

At this moment, he seemed to see the shadow of that crazy woman on Yvette.

They didn't cherish him at all.

Originally, he wanted to be good to them.

Why did they force him to be a villain?

Charlie had lost control of his expression for a time, and his face was twisted like an evil ghost that had

just climbed up from the grave.

Charlie seemed to think of Yvette as someone else.

He actually began to grab Yvette's neck with his hands with more strength...

Suddenly, Yvette's entire body trembled violently.

Her face was pale, and she reached out to scratch a bloody mark on

Charlie's arm. She shouted, "Charlie! You... Wake up!"

Charlie saw Yvette's face turn red, and her breathing became weaker and weaker.

He once again felt the pleasure of seeing someone losing her life.

When his gaze met that pair of misty eyes, he saw that there was only fear in Yvette's eyes.

Yvette's eyes were so beautiful. She used to smile at Charlie, care about him, and thank him, but now

everything had changed.

There was only deep fear in Yvette's eyes.

As Charlie got closer, that familiar fragrance invaded his breath.

All of a sudden, as if he had been scalded, Charlie released his grip.

Yvette finally escaped from death.

She lay limp on the seat of the car like a stranded fish, her mouth wide open as she gasped for breath.

For a moment, Charlie regained his senses. He looked at her and said lightly, "Yvette, I am very

disappointed in you. As a punishment for your mistake, I will not let the child in your abdomen live."

Charlie had originally thought that as long as Yvette was willing to go with him, it would be fine if the

child survived and was given to someone else.

But now, Charlie had a grudge in his heart.

This child must not be left alive.

Yvette widened her eyes and looked at the handsome and elegant man in front of her in disbelief. With

such a calm tone, he decided the fate of her child.

She said furiously, "Are you crazy? This is my child. How can you decide his fate?" "Because I love

you." Charlie's expression did not change as he said, "The decision I made is for our own good."

Yvette's beautiful eyes were filled with terror.

She thought, what a madman!

He is completely crazy!

Yvette protected her lower abdomen tightly and warned, "Charlie, don't even think about touching my

child. I will do everything to protect him."

Charlie said lightly, "Be good. I don't like you to remember him. I will help you erase this memory."

Yvette's entire face turned pale in an instant.

She did not dare to doubt. Charlie could do what he said.

No.

She definitely could not be taken away by Charlie.

Charlie tried to start the car again. Just as he was about to leave, Yvette suddenly covered her

stomach and cried out.

"It hurts. My stomach hurts. Stop the car..."

Charlie turned his head around, as if he was testing the authenticity of her words.

"Charlie, I... It hurts... Will I die...”

Yvette curled up on the seat of the car, and her little face was filled with pain.

She reached out her hand and took the initiative to grab his sleeve. She said in a gentle voice, like a

spoiled child.

"Charlie..."

The soft and gentle voice startled Charlie. He asked, "Does it really hurt?"

Yvette nodded vigorously.

He leaned over and said, "Let me see."

Before he could finish speaking, Yvette suddenly picked up the perfume bottle from the central control

table and smashed it at Charlie.

Bang!

There was a muffled sound.

Charlie's forehead was smashed, and blood flowed down the side of his face.

Yvette reached out to press the unlock button, pulled down the safety belt, and went to open the car

door like a madman.

However, in the next second, her hair was fiercely pulled by Charlie.

"Ah!"

Yvette cried out in pain.

There was blood all over the side of Charlie's face.

"Yvette, you have really disappointed me!"

He pressed her back against the seat of the car and directly tore off her seat belt, binding her.

Yvette could not move and stubbornly said, "Charlie, I won't go with you. All you can take away is my

corpse." "Is that so?"

Charlie suddenly leaned over and pressed the back button of the seat. He put the seat down to the

back.

Yvette didn't understand what he was going to do.

"I heard that the vagina leads to the woman's heart. You didn't want to leave because he slept with you,

right?"

After Charlie finished speaking, his long legs crossed the car seat and pressed down with an

overbearing momentum.

"You haven't slept with me before. How do you know that I didn't do better than him?" "Don't touch me!"

Yvette's face turned pale.

Charlie looked at her calmly and pressed his lips down. Yvette hurriedly turned away. Charlie kissed

her hair coldly.

He didn't mind and turned to bite her plump earlobe.

Yvette couldn't bear it anymore and cried.

"Charlie, don't touch me. I feel disgusted."

Seeing the disgust in Yvette's eyes, Charlie suddenly stopped breathing. His eyes were filled with

darkness.

"Yvette, cant you look at me?"

His voice was hoarse. He seemed to be begging humbly.

"What should I do to make you look at me?"

With a low and hoarse voice, Charlie buried his entire head in Yvette's neck, wanting to absorb the

warmth she had once given him.

"Will you look at me if I listen to you?"

Charlie's sudden change caught Yvette off guard.

She opened her mouth and was about to speak when her eyes were blinded by the dazzling light.

Charlie looked in the rearview mirror and saw a dark blue luxury car parked at the back.

Just as she was about to cry for help, she heard the roaring engine.

The next second...

Bang!

There was a loud noise.

The car crashed into them without any hesitation.