Secretary's Secret Lover
Chapter 381 Slap Lance

Chapter 381: Chapter 381 Slap Lance

Yvette was stunned. She didn’t expect him to suddenly ask this question.

In an instant, she felt nervous.

Then she unconsciously dragged Isabel’s clothes tightly.

Lance was staring at her.

At the moment, he just hoped that Yvette could answer him decisively.

He hoped that Yvette could tell him that Isabel had no relationship with him.

At least, it would show that Yvette did not know the truth, and he would feel better.

But now...

Yvette’s dodging eyes and her subconscious clenched fingers indicated that she knew the truth!

She knew that Isabel was his daughter and planned to hide it from him!

Isabel was still in Lance’s arms. She could not understand their meaning and only felt that Lance was scolding her mother.

Immediately, she cried out, "Daddy Lance is a bad person... Let me go... Don’t bully Mommy!"

As she cried, she punched Lance’s chest with her little fist, muttering, "Bad Daddy Lance... Bad Daddy..."

Isabel was so angry that she accidentally called Lance "Daddy"!

Hearing it, Yvette was nervous.

"Belle, you can’t call him that!" she shouted in panic.

How could Isabel call Lance "Daddy" directly?

Yvette was so worried that Lance would know the truth!

Isabel was originally helping Yvette, but now even Yvette was scolding her. She felt wronged and lay in Lance’s arms, crying.

Yvette was a little helpless. She had no intention of reprimanding Isabel, but she was too anxious.

However, Lance’s actions made her dumbfounded.

Lance, who had been domineering just now, was now extremely gentle as he stroked Isabel’s back over and over again.

Only when Isabel was not crying so hard did he say in a gentle tone.

"Belle, your mommy is not scolding you, and I am not arguing with her."

He glanced at Yvette and then said, "We just have to deal with some matters."

With tears in her eyes, Isabel asked, "Really? Daddy, are you not bullying Mommy?"

Isabel’s address made Lance so glad, and the anger in his heart disappeared.

"I swear that I will never bully you and your mommy."

Isabel became a little happier and muttered.

"Then you must remember what you said. Lying will lead to a long nose!"

Yvette felt speechless. She didn’t even know when Isabel had started to call Lance "Daddy".

In the past, Isabel had never called anyone "Daddy".

Even though Stephen was so good to her, she wouldn’t call him "Daddy".

Yvette determined that she wouldn’t let it happen again.

Soon, Yvette asked Kamila to bring Isabel out to play.

When Kamila came over, Lance glanced at her. Seeing that Kamila looked trustworthy, he carefully placed Isabel on the ground and placed her little hands in Kamila’s hands.

"Don’t let her play on the stairs. Don’t let her talk to strangers, and don’t let her go to places with a lot of people. This is a hospital, and there are more germs..."

His words stunned Kamila and Yvette.

Yvette had never seen Lance being so long-winded.

Kamila knew that Lance was concerned about Isabel, and she nodded. "I understand, sir."

After saying that, she walked out with Isabel.

There were only three people left in the room.

Stephen had been quiet just now. He was observing.

Previously, he had thought that Isabel was a child of Yvette and someone else.

He was not a gossipy person, so he had never asked Marlon about it.

But now, it seemed that Isabel should be Lance’s child, and Lance’s performance showed that he had already known about it.

Lance looked at the two people standing opposite him, feeling unhappy.

He grabbed Yvette’s arm and pulled her to his side. He did it violently, and Yvette couldn’t stand unsteadily.

Stephen hurriedly grabbed Yvette’s arm, wanting to help her steady herself.

Immediately, Lance’s expression became so gloomy that it seemed as if he wanted to chop off that hand.

"Get out of here!"

Stephen was not frightened by him, his expression indifferent as he said, "Mr. Wolseley, Yvette didn’t let me go."

As long as Yvette didn’t let him go, he had to stay here to ensure her safety.

These words angered Lance.

Lance had always been a person who couldn’t bear anyone to get close to his woman.

Especially when he knew that Isabel was his daughter, he could not stand other men showing affection to his wife.

They were a family, and they had to be together no matter what.

Lance said, "I don’t have time to talk nonsense with you. Get out!"

Yvette struggled to free her arm and said unhappily, "Lance, what are you doing? Don’t mess around!"

Lance held her wrist with one hand, refusing to let go of her.

Compared with the gentle state when he stayed with Isabel, he looked so fierce and different when facing his love rival.

Stephen saw that Yvette’s wrist was red, saying with a cold tone.

"Mr. Wolseley, Yvette wants you to let go. You can’t force her."

"Force?"

Lance seemed to have heard a funny joke and could not help but laugh.

"You still haven’t figured out who she is. Then I will tell you again!"

Lance couldn’t hide the hostility in his eyes, and then he said word by word.

"This is my woman. If you dare to approach her again, I won’t show any mercy to you."

He had long been unhappy with Stephen, who always stayed beside Yvette.

As Marlon’s friend, Stephen was trying to approach his woman.

Damn it!

Yvette was speechless.

When did she become Lance’s woman?

She didn’t understand why he was angry. And he didn’t even have the right to make trouble there.

He meant nothing to her.

Stephen was not threatened by him. He said lightly, "Mr. Wolseley, I think you have not realized it. You have already divorced. Yvette can make friends with anyone."

As Stephen spoke, his eyes turned slightly cold, and his gentle aura became even colder as he said, "Now, please let go of her!"

Lance saw that Stephen tried to drag Yvette back as he placed his hand on Yvette’s wrist.

Lance was extremely impatient, and his eyes were icy cold as he fiercely punched towards Stephen.

When the violent fist was about to hit Stephen in the face, Yvette screamed, "Lance, stop!"

Lance was so angry, but he stopped when hearing Yvette’s words.

He told himself to control his emotions.

He was not here to quarrel with Yvette.

Suddenly...

A loud noise came.

Yvette slapped Lance’s face.

Yvette felt her palm hurt, and there was a sense of confusion in her eyes.

She did not expect that Lance would stop, nor did she expect that she would slap him out of anger.

Lance’s handsome face turned pale, and the fingerprints looked obvious on his face.

His eyes were red, and he looked at Yvette with hurt and disbelief. "You slap me because of him."

His tone was full of grievances, and his face was extremely gloomy.