Secretary's Secret Lover
Chapter 353 Broken Fantasy

Chapter 353: Chapter 353 Broken Fantasy

At this moment, Lance didn’t speak again.

It wasn’t that he couldn’t wait for another three days.

It would be best if Juliette could figure it out. He also didn’t want to create any rumors that the Beckford and Wolseley families didn’t get along. After all, many projects were still ongoing. Once there was a rustle in the wind, the impact would be bad.

"Then I won’t disturb you. I’ll leave now."

Juliette forced a smile and put on her bag, ready to leave.

"Wait a minute." Lance suddenly called out to her in a low voice.

"Huh?"

Juliette stopped in her tracks, her eyes full of joy.

Lance pointed at the thermos flask at the end of the bed and said coldly, "Take it away."

Juliette’s face turned pale.

The expression that she had kept for a long time finally could not be concealed.

She lowered her head slightly, hiding her distorted eyes as she sobbed. "Lance, you... Why are you so cruel to me?"

Her hands were clenched tightly.

She hated him very much.

She had been by his side for the past five years.

She had given him the greatest support and unconditionally paid.

In the end, he was not even willing to eat the soup she made.

She prepared the soup for eight hours.

But he would rather eat the soup made by the nurse than her.

It was all because of the woman who came back to life...

How charming was a widow who had a child with another man?

She made him so obsessed.

It was just because of her beauty.

Why was she so shameless to seduce men everywhere?

Juliette clenched her fists tightly and lowered her head. From the perspective of others, she was only sad.

It could not be seen that she was mentally ill and ferocious at this moment.

Lance said expressionlessly, "You should know that if I had known that you had such thoughts, the Beckford family and the Wolseley family would not have any follow-up cooperation."

Juliette’s expression froze for a second as she said with tears hanging on her face, "Lance, are you kidding me? Isn’t our cooperation because of our deep friendship?"

She always thought that the deep cooperation between the two families showed that Lance relented.

It was also these projects that made her willing to be lonely and forbearing and wait for him for five years.

Facing the crying woman, Lance felt his patience was exhausted to the extreme.

Other than things related to Yvette that could make him endure, he felt impatient with everything else.

He looked up at Juliette’s face, emotionless. The words he spoke did not have a trace of warmth.

"Juliette, whether these projects be given to the Beckford family or any company with qualifications is the same to the Wolseley Group. This does not mean that your family has any special privileges.

"In other words, my partner can be you or someone else. Do you understand?"

Lance was determined not to give her face, and his simple words made Juliette ashamed.

But he did not do it out of disgust or personal malice.

It was just that he had always been indifferent to women.

Other than Yvette, there was no other woman who could arouse his various emotions.

He ignored Juliette’s red and pale face and said lightly, "In this situation, it is obvious that you are no longer suitable to be the vice president of the Wolseley Group. You can hand over your job and resign within a week."

Juliette’s eyes turned black, and her mind went blank.

In an instant...

She seemed to have lost everything.

Her hopes, her fantasies, and this long-lasting love.

All these were mercilessly broken up by Lance.

Her whole body was stiff, tears streaming down her face. She cried and shook her head. "Lance, I don’t believe it! I don’t believe that you will be so cruel to me. I have accompanied you for five years, and I have been by your side for five years. Shouldn’t you give me an explanation?"

"Have we ever been alone?" Lance said, and Juliette’s lips turned pale.

"You visited me with my mother, handed in documents in the office, and attended events with me. But if you think this is a kind of company, should I also give Frankie an explanation since he has accompanied me for ten years?"

Lance’s clear logic instantly ruined Juliette’s crazy fantasy.

That was right.

Everything was just Juliette’s imagination.

At best, this was just the daily routine of an assistant, but she fantasized about it as an indispensable company.

She was getting crazier and crazier and addicted.

She thought that she was an irreplaceable existence for this man.

The reality was that, in his eyes, she had never been special.

Lance checked the time. He was worried that Yvette would be imagining things after so long and did not want to talk to her anymore.

He said without any warmth, "You can go now."

The pride that Juliette had maintained for a long time was as if being trampled.

In an instant, her face was pale. She was suffocated, sad, and breathless.

She clenched the thermos flask and rushed out of the ward, completely ignoring her image. As she ran, she cried, almost bumping into Yvette who was holding the soup.

She dodged in time, but Yvette’s soup was still scattered all over the ground and even scalded her feet.

Juliette’s eyes were blurry and red, and she said to Yvette in an evil voice, "Are you blind?"

After she finished speaking, she turned around and left.

But Yvette pulled her back.

She looked at Juliette without a trace of fear on her face. "Apologize."

Juliette hit her and made a false accusation.

After being angry for so long, she was now being stopped by the nurse who asked her to apologize.

Juliette stopped pretending to be gentle and could not suppress her temper at all.

"Who do you think you are?"

As she spoke, she raised her hand, wanting to slap Yvette.

Before she could even slap her, her wrist was gripped tightly by a pair of firm large palms.

When she raised her eyes, she saw Lance’s ruthless and handsome face.

Then...

"Bang!"

Juliette was thrown out.

She fell down the corridor.

She looked at the man in front of her in disbelief. For an unknown nurse, he actually treated her like this.

Lance did not even look at her. His eyes fell on Yvette’s slightly red fingers, his eyes full of tenderness. "Did you get scalded?"

Juliette had never heard of that distressed tone before, nor had she ever seen that gentle expression.

She was shocked.

She even forgot to cry.

She had always thought that the man’s indifference was innate.

But after comparing, she realized...

It turned out that she had never enjoyed being cared for by him.

Yvette shook her head. Her fingers were not scalded red. The pot was a little heavy, and her hand went red from carrying the pot.

However, Yvette did not forget to ask the woman to apologize.

She said without hesitation, "If you don’t apologize, don’t even think about leaving!"

That was the "tonic" that she had meticulously prepared for Lance. The chili in the soup was more than enough.

Now, it had all been spilled by this woman.

Not only that, she was even scolded by her.

Juliette had already stood up.

When there were people, she would not reveal her pitiful side and would definitely maintain her lofty image.

She stared at the nurse in front of her with black-rimmed glasses and felt that something was wrong.

"Sorry, I didn’t mean to."

Juliette put on her kind and magnanimous image and apologized.

Then, she looked at Lance and smiled, "Lance, good thing that you stopped me just now. Otherwise, I almost hurt this young lady."

Yvette was shocked by Juliette’s ability to lie through her teeth.

Was Lance "stopping" her?

The loud noise made Yvette feel pain.

Yvette looked at the scene and the man’s indifferent expression. She finally believed that Juliette might not be his fiancée.

Everything was made up by this woman.

Juliette apologized and said so, so Lance no longer pursued the matter.

He looked at Yvette and said lightly, "Come in."

Then, he turned and entered the ward.

Juliette watched the two walk in one after the other.

She finally realized what was wrong.

It was the pair of shoes the nurse was wearing.

It seemed to be custom-made. It was expensive and definitely not something a nurse could afford.

Plus the man’s demeanor and tone just now, she thought of a name.

Juliette suddenly calmed down.

She had been in love with this man for so many years and was finally forced to use tricks on him.

After Juliette turned around the corner, her phone rang.

After she picked it up, the caller said, "Ms. Beckford, I found traces of Yazmin."