Secretary's Secret Lover
Chapter 389 Remember His Preferences

Chapter 389: Chapter 389 Remember His Preferences

A polite face-to-face kiss was common abroad.

But Yvette slightly lowered her head and leaned over.

She pinched Belle’s face and took her down. She smiled and said, "Mommy doesn’t hurt. Hurry up and wash your hands. It’s time for breakfast."

Belle was a little disappointed, but she was still very happy to have breakfast with Lance.

"Okay, Mommy," Belle answered quickly.

As soon as Belle left, Yvette’s smile disappeared. She said coldly, "Lance, what are you going to do?"

Her sense of alienation and vigilance hurt Lance a lot. It was as if his heart had been fiercely stabbed with dull pain.

He said in a hoarse voice, "I want to have breakfast with Belle."

Yvette didn’t believe his nonsense at all.

His purpose was almost written on his face. Yvette knew he was using Belle as an excuse to get close to her.

She said with a cold face, "Lance, I just agreed to let you drop Belle at school and then pick her up from school. But you can’t enter our lives anytime you want."

Yvette directly excluded Lance from this family, though he was Belle’s father.

Lance cleared his throat and said sincerely, "Yvette, I really want to spend more time with Belle. I have missed five years in her life. I don’t want to waste any more minutes. I want to take a look at Belle at any time I’m available."

But he wanted more than that.

He also wanted to see Yvette.

Lance still hoped that the family of three could be together.

However, Lance did not dare to express his wishes. It was not easy for him to take a step closer.

If he said what he wanted, Yvette might shut him out of the door.

Yvette knew that what Lance said made sense. Moreover, he had promised not to take Belle from her.

She had no reason to stop them from seeing each other.

She really didn’t want to see Lance at all, but she could not bear to see Belle disappointed.

After some hesitation, Yvette only said coldly, "Leave after breakfast."

Lance’s eyebrows trembled. His expression was difficult to read.

At the dining table, Belle was unusually active.

Yvette handed a piece of sandwich to her. It was Belle’s favorite.

Belle handed the other half to Lance and said in a childish voice.

"Daddy, try it. I like it."

Yvette remembered that Lance didn’t eat sweets at all. She said, "Belle, Lance does not like to eat sweets..."

Yvette suddenly stopped, and her face suddenly turned red.

Damn it!

What did it have to do with her whether he ate sweets or not? Why did she still remember his preferences?

Lance curled his lips, reached out to take the sandwich, and put it into his mouth.

He ate it gracefully and slowly.

Belle’s cute face was filled with anticipation. "Daddy, is it delicious? Mommy made it."

Lance pulled out a tissue and wiped Belle’s mouth with his slender fingers. His movements were gentle, and his eyes were filled with love.

"Of course."

He looked up at Yvette and said softly, "Mommy gave the sandwich to us. It’s delicious."

Words failed Yvette.

She frowned. Lance was shameless.

However, she was surprised that Lance was good at taking care of children.

Belle was livelier when she was with Lance.

Yvette thought of the psychological tutor’s suggestion.

The tutor said Belle needed a role of a father who she recognized and liked.

Now it seemed that Lance was Belle’s choice. Otherwise, she wouldn’t call him father.

But...

Why did Belle’s choice have to be Lance?

Was it because they were blood-related?

"Daddy..."

Belle’s aggrieved voice pulled Yvette back to reality.

Yvette looked up and saw that Lance’s shirt and trousers were stained with egg yolk.

"I’m sorry, Daddy..." Belle’s face was bitter.

She thought that Daddy liked the sandwich, so she pulled off a piece and gave it to him.

Unexpectedly, the fried egg fell on her hand. Feeling the hot yolk, she just threw it on Lance.

Lance didn’t care about himself. He hugged Belle with one hand and asked in a low and anxious voice, "Does it hurt?"

Yvette thought the same.

She first thought about whether Belle got hurt.

"Belle..."

Yvette was so anxious that she wanted to hug Belle. But Lance had stepped forward and carried Belle to the sink to rinse her hand with cold water.

He was careful not to let the egg yolk on his body touch Belle.

After rushing over, Kamila took a burning ointment and came over. "Mr. Wolseley, let me do it."

Kamila reached out to hug Belle, but Lance didn’t let go. Instead, he reached out to take the ointment.

Yvette was afraid that Lance would not be able to apply it well, so she said to Kamila, "Let me do it."

Kamila handed her the ointment. Lance put Belle on her lap when Yvette bent her knees and carefully applied the ointment to Belle’s hand.

Yvette’s arm would occasionally touch the man’s trousers, but she didn’t pay much attention.

Lance’s dark eyes revealed tender love.

Getting along with Yvette so peacefully was something he didn’t even dare to dream of.

He selfishly wanted time to pass a little more slowly...

Being cared for by two people she liked very much, Belle waved her little hand, chuckling, "Daddy, Mommy, it doesn’t hurt."

Her wound was handled in time.

The back of her hand was fine.

Only then did they let out a sigh of relief.

Kamila hurriedly took Belle and said to Lance, "Mr. Wolseley, go and change your clothes."

Yvette looked at his clothes. He really couldn’t wear them again.

Yvette was just about to ask how much the clothes were worth when Belle suddenly said, "Daddy, the new clothes Mommy made for Marlon are upstairs. Go upstairs and get changed."

Yvette didn’t know whether to laugh or cry when she felt Belle’s enthusiasm.

She remembered that Lance was quite picky and only wore high-end designer clothes of a certain brand.

She asked, "Do you still wear that brand? I’ll customize a new set of clothes for you."

Lance glanced at her. He curled up his lips.

He said in a low voice, "Don’t bother. Don’t you have clothes here?"

Yvette was stunned.

She wondered what Lance had experienced to make him change so much.

He could even accept others’ clothes.

Although Marlon had a similar figure, he would definitely feel Marlon’s clothes didn’t fit, for he was used to wearing custom-made clothes.

Yvette said, "Why don’t you go back and change?"

"I still have a meeting later," Lance said.

Yvette could only bring him upstairs and went into the room to get the clothes.

There was a room specially prepared for Marlon, and the clothes were also hung in that room.

Yvette picked up the clothes. When she turned around, she was shocked when she saw a tall figure.

She saw that Lance had taken off his shirt.

She could see Lance’s smooth abdominal muscles and tight chest muscles.

The belt on his waist was also untied, but the trousers weren’t completely taken off.

The zipper was slightly open, and she could see the curve of his lower abdomen...

One more look and she would have a nosebleed.

In an instant, the atmosphere was ambiguous.

In a panic, Yvette took out the clothes to cover her face. She said in shock, "Who told you to take off your clothes?"

Lance reached out to take the shirt, and Yvette’s face was no longer covered. Her face blushed.

Lance said seriously, "If I don’t take my clothes off, how can I change the clothes?"

Then, he placed his slender fingers on the buttons on his trousers and was about to untie the zipper.

Yvette was shocked.

Was the bastard going to take off his trousers in front of her?