Secretary's Secret Lover
Chapter 340 Painkiller

Chapter 340: Chapter 340 Painkiller

Lance was excited. He whispered, "No need. Just help me apply for some medicine."

"Then let’s go. Don’t you have medicine in the car?"

Yvette did not think too much. In her opinion, it was not a big deal to apply some medicine to the person who had just saved her.

Yvette helped Lance out.

Ayana, who was following behind them, wanted to say something but was stopped by Frankie.

"Are you a fool?" Frankie said.

Ayana glared at him.

Frankie said, "Mr. Wolseley was injured to save Ms. Lynn. It’s not too much to help Mr. Wolseley apply for some medicine, right?"

Ayana said, "Ms. Lynn is neither a doctor nor a nurse. Who knows if Mr. Wolseley would have any other intentions after cheating Ms. Lynn to get into the car?"

Frankie felt somewhat guilty.

Speaking of other intentions, Frankie thought of...

Frankie wanted to say that it was obvious what Lance wanted to do to Yvette. Frankie even wished that everyone would know his intentions!

But as a capable assistant, Frankie knew that he couldn’t say that.

Frankie pretended to cough and said, "Mr. Wolseley is not such a man! He has always been righteous and cannot do anything to Ms. Lynn. Moreover, Mr. Wolseley’s shoulder is injured and he is unable to hurt Ms. Lynn. How can he have any other intentions?"

When Frankie lied, his face even did not turn red.

Actually, Frankie knew that Lance only injured his shoulder and did not get seriously injured. For Lance, this kind of injury was nothing.

However, Frankie knew that he had to make Ayana believe him. So, Frankie could only say that Lance was very weak.

Frankie pulled Ayana to the car in the back and said, "You can sit here and watch. Don’t worry."

Inside the car.

Yvette looked at the shirt that was soaked in blood and couldn’t do anything.

"Why don’t we go to the hospital?" Yvette frowned and asked.

"No need. I just need to apply for some medicine."

Lance knew his own body well. He knew that he didn’t have to go to the hospital because of the small wound.

"Why don’t you take yourself seriously?"

It was a complaint, but it sounded like love words in Lance’s ears.

Lance thought that Yvette unconsciously cared about him.

This was a good sign.

Lance even felt that he should get injured earlier.

His Adam’s apple bobbed. Lance said, "My hand is unable to move. You have to help me take off my shirt."

"Ah..."

Yvette blushed and felt a little embarrassed.

She felt embarrassed about helping a man take off his clothes.

"Forget it, I’ll do it myself." Lance knew that Yvette was unwilling to do so.

Lance raised his uninjured arm to unbutton his shirt.

When he was done, Lance struggled to take off the shirt with one of his arms, but he only took off half of it. At that moment, Lance made a sound because of pain.

Yvette’s expression changed, and she asked, "Does it hurt?"

Sometimes, it was good to show his weak side appropriately.

Lance finally knew it.

Lance knew that he should play the trick by showing his weakness.

Lance raised his eyebrows and said in a low voice, "A little."

The smell of blood was pungent, and Yvette couldn’t bear it. She bit his lips as if she had made up her mind.

"Let me do it."

Lance wanted to laugh, but he held it and tried to maintain a straight face.

Yvette lowered her head, not looking at Lance’s body. She reached out and groped.

But this could not avoid touching Lance’s muscles.

Yvette’s hands were a little cold. She accidentally touched Lance’s sensitive part of his chest.

Lance hissed.

"What? Do I make you painful?" Yvette hurriedly raised her head.

"You touched the wrong place," Lance said hoarsely.

Yvette looked at the part she had just touched, and her little face suddenly flushed red.

"I ... I am sorry."

"It’s fine. Continue..."

These words, coupled with Lance’s low and seductive voice, sounded very strange.

But Yvette couldn’t say what was strange about it. She just felt embarrassed.

The space in the car was limited, and Lance’s shirt was stained with the wound. Yvette had to be very careful.

The wound was on the back of Lance’s shoulder, so Yvette had to stand up a little to see the wound.

No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t touch the right place. In the end, Yvette said to Lance, "Turn your body a bit. It’s not easy for me to apply for the medicine..."

Lance obediently turned his body. Yvette couldn’t touch Lance because of the height when she sat. So, Yvette kneeled on the seat of the car.

In this way, Yvette’s straight upper body was barely equal to the height of Lance’s shoulder.

Yvette’s knees were pressed lightly and the leather seat sank a little. Lance sensed it and he could see Yvette from the rearview mirror.

Yvette saw Lance looking to the front. She was curious and looked over.

In the mirror, Yvette was kneeling behind Lance with one hand on his shoulder. This posture was indescribably strange.

Her cheeks were hot and she hurriedly explained, "It’s more convenient for me to..."

Lance replied, "I know. You can do whatever you want."

These words were so...

It implied something else.

Yvette’s face turned red.

However, she could not say it. Otherwise, it would make her look like a pervert.

Yvette thought Lance was annoying.

Thinking of this, Yvette didn’t be so careful. She quickly took off Lance’s shirt.

Lance’s spine was deep, and the lines of his muscles were clear. His muscles were tight. It seemed that they were full of strength.

Yvette took a breath and ignored these to check the wound.

Fortunately, the wound was not deep.

However, there was a clear glass fragment in it, which was slightly shorter than a knuckle.

Yvette took out the tweezers from the medicine chest and reminded Lance, "Bear with it, I want to pick out this glass."

"Yes."

Yvette carefully picked out the glass dregs and habitually blew at the wound.

This was the action she would do to Belle.

Lance frowned, and his entire back was tense.

Lance didn’t feel it was hurt. He just felt that he couldn’t control his desire for Yvette.

After Yvette applied for the medicine. Lance felt that he had restrained himself for a long time.

The last step was to bandage it.

The position of this wound was special, and it could not be bandaged alone.

It had to be bandaged together with the chest.

Yvette took out the gauze and her slender arm went around Lance’s arm.

Lance’s shoulders were too wide. Yvette found that it was hard to make a circle around his chest with her arms. Accidentally, Yvette’s lips swept over Lance’s back.

Yvette could feel that Lance’s back was hot!

Yvette was completely frozen.

This was too embarrassing!

Yvette leaned against Lance’s back and muttered, "Help me."

Lance pressed her finger, took the bundle of gauze, and passed it to her.

Throughout the entire process, Yvette’s face was pressed against Lance’s back. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have been able to reach the gauze.

It was too uncomfortable.

Yvette was a little regretful. She thought it was better to go to the hospital!

Finally, it was done.

Yvette let out a long sigh of relief.

When Yvette got up, she forgot that she was in the car. Her head hit the roof of the car and she fell to the back of the chair in the front seat.

The back of the chair was equipped with an LCD screen.

Needless to say, it must be very painful to fall on it.

Yvette exclaimed and closed her eyes.

The next second, her face did not hit the LCD screen as she expected, but instead, Yvette hit Lance’s chest.

Her lips were also tightly pressed against Lance’s chest.

In an instant, Yvette could feel the tightness of the muscles under her lips.

Her face was red, and she struggled to push him away.

As a result, Lance’s back, which had just been bandaged, slammed into the back of the chair. Lance hissed.

Yvette didn’t dare to move. She felt sad when she saw Lance’s pale face.

"Does it hurt?" Yvette asked in a panic.

Lance pursed his lips tightly, his chest heaving up and down. It looked like Lance was struggling to speak.

Yvette reached out to touch Lance’s back, wanting to see if he got hurt again.

Before Yvette could even touch Lance, her hand was tightly held by Lance’s large hand.

Their faces were very close.

Lance stared at Yvette as he said, "I might need painkillers."

"Where is the medicine?" Yvette asked hurriedly.

"Here."

Lance suddenly lowered his head and kissed Yvette.

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