Secretary's Secret Lover
Chapter 384 How Could I Forget?

Chapter 384: Chapter 384 How Could I Forget?

Yvette’s face suddenly turned pale.

She didn’t expect Lance to be able to guess her thoughts so clearly.

Seeing that she had nothing to say, Lance knew that he had guessed correctly.

In an instant, his handsome face froze, and his throat became dry. He said hoarsely.

"Yvette, you are really ruthless."

Belle was also his daughter.

And she wanted to stop him from seeing Belle.

Yvette suddenly calmed down when she heard Lance call her "ruthless".

Ruthless?

In terms of ruthlessness, could she compare to him?

She looked at Lance’s excessively handsome face. Five years had passed, but he barely changed. He was as elegant and charming as ever.

With her memory back, she began to look at him in a different way from before.

The impression he left her before made her heart turn cold.

She was no longer panicked. Instead, she became indifferent.

She said lightly, "Lance, how did we lose our first child?"

These words made Lance widen his dark eyes.

Even his heart seemed to stop beating in an instant.

No wonder she didn’t care about him after she woke up and didn’t want to see him.

It turned out that all her memories had returned!

He was silent for a while and slowly said, "Yvette, I..."

"Lance!" Yvette interrupted him.

She looked at Lance’s expression. Then she pulled her lips and smiled mockingly.

"When I begged you to save our child, what did you say? You asked me not to cause trouble."

Thinking of her lost child, Yvette had her face turn paler.

She said in a trembling and sad voice. "I was about to lose our child, yet you thought I was causing trouble."

Looking at her face, which was full of tears, Lance felt as if his heart was being squeezed by an invisible hand. He couldn’t even breathe.

"Yvette, it’s not like that..."

He hoarsely said, "I also felt bad when we lost the child. I admitted it. I didn’t protect you well. You can curse me, beat me, or even stab me. But you can’t do this to me..."

Lance felt choked. "You can’t forbid me from seeing Belle. She’s my daughter."

The past sadness and grievances rushed at Yvette like waves, making her heart ache, her face hurt, and her internal organs hurt.

Her eyes were red, and she said emotionally.

"Lance, Belle is my child. I gave birth to her alone. I will never let you take her away, even if I have to die."

"Kaff, kaff..."

Because she was too excited, Yvette kept coughing. Her shoulders trembled. And she felt her chest in pain when coughing.

Seeing that she was choked, Lance anxiously took a step forward and pressed her into his arms.

"No, no, no..."

His heart couldn’t help but ache. He held her shoulders and comforted her.

"I didn’t want to take Belle from you.."

His broad palm was very warm and his chest was very hot. Yvette slowly stopped coughing.

With their current relationship, they shouldn’t hug.

Yvette struggled to leave his arms, but he held her tightly.

"Yvette, let’s stop torturing each other, okay?"

Lance tightened his grip and hugged her tightly. His jaw was pressed against Yvette’s soft hair. He could smell the faint fragrance on her body.

How could he let her go? She was the only woman he wanted.

He looked down at her clean and beautiful face.

Then he said in a pleading tone, "Let’s start over again. Just give me another chance to atone for what I have done. Let me compensate you and Belle, okay?

Seeing that Yvette still had no expression, Lance added without confidence.

"Just do it for Belle, okay? She needs her father. Do you want to see her being laughed at because she doesn’t have a father?"

Lance thought of what had happened last time. Belle told him in a crying voice that others called her a bastard without a father.

These words were like a knife, fiercely stabbing at him.

It was also at that time that he decided to treat Belle like his biological daughter.

Now, he got to know that Belle was really his daughter. He felt his heart in more pain as he thought of that.

Belle should be his beloved little daughter. She should never be laughed at like that.

When Lance thought of this, his tone turned cold.

"Even if you can endure it, I won’t just watch Belle be laughed at by others because of this."

Hearing this, Yvette sneered.

Lance was indeed the same as before.

He first tried to persuade her with sweet words, then he began to threaten her.

In fact, he just wanted both her and Belle to stay by his side.

She pushed him hard to keep a distance from him. She looked up at Lance and mocked.

"Lance, are you threatening me?"

Lance frowned and held her hand, his voice hoarse.

"Yvette, you misunderstood me."

He paused and then said in a choking voice. "I’m begging you...

"Please think about it and give me a chance. Forget about the unhappiness from before. Let’s give Belle a complete home together."

Lance sounded affectionate and serious. He put down all his pride and begged Yvette lowly.

Yvette’s expression was still cold. Even Lance’s hot palm could not warm her in the slightest.

Getting back together was too difficult for her.

After her heart was broken, the crack always existed.

Those painful memories were deep and clear.

It hurt every time she thought about those things.

How could she still be together with him without holding any grudge?

Yvette looked at Lance and said expressionlessly, "Lance, I want to ask you three questions. If you can answer me, I will agree to be with you."

Lance was completely stunned. So much joy surged in his heart that his heart was beating fast.

Then, he did not even dare to breathe too hard, for fear of losing this rare opportunity.

He tried his best to restrain himself and slowly said, "You ask."

Yvette looked at Yvette and said coldly and clearly.

"Where were you when my grandmother died?

"Where were you when I was beaten up by Emilie and lost my child?

"When I struggled in the car after the car accident, where were you?"

These three questions made Lance feel as if his breathing had been cut off in an instant. His handsome face was as pale as paper!

He wanted to speak, but there seemed to be a knife stuck in his throat. He tasted blood every time he breathed. He couldn’t talk at all.

Yvette pulled her lips and forced a bitter smile when she saw that Lance couldn’t answer her questions.

"You said that you have no feelings for Yazmin. And you just want to repay her kindness. But do you know that? All the suffering they caused me was real.

"And you asked me to forgive about the past? Lance..."

Yvette’s fair face had long been covered with tears. The pain flooded her eyes as she said word by word.

"Why don’t you tell me how I can forget?"

Lance’s tall and straight body shook violently. Complex emotion surged in his eyes.

Those pain and sadness...

Maybe he was unintentional. Maybe it was because of a misunderstanding. But everything she suffered was brought by him.

Lance’s throat was in a dull pain, as if it was cut by a knife. He said with difficulty, "I’m sorry..."

He knew that these two words were powerless and even ridiculous.

But he didn’t know what else he could say.

Yvette pulled her lips and forced a smile.

She said indifferently, "Lance, now, do you still think we can be together again?"