Secretary's Secret Lover
Chapter 391 Give Me One Last Chance

Chapter 391: Chapter 391 Give Me One Last Chance

Yvette’s subconscious care for him gave Lance a glimmer of hope.

He could not control his emotions and pulled her into his arms.

"Yvette, I have lived in torment after losing you for five years. I really regret it..."

Yvette was held tightly by Lance and could not see his expression.

But from his words, Yvette could feel Lance’s deep regret and humbleness.

Once upon a time, the inferior one was herself.

Now, the situation changed.

However, Yvette wasn’t happy, only feeling sad.

It turned out that when she was desperate, no words could move her at all.

She could feel her indifference, just like how he used to feel about her.

"Yvette, give me one last chance. I’d like our family of three to reunite. Is that okay?" Lance begged in a low voice.

Yvette allowed him to hold her. She did not struggle or resist. Nor did she have an expression.

She was like a cold statue without a trace of warmth.

Lance felt Yvette’s indifference and hugged her even tighter, trying to warm her up with his body temperature.

But he didn’t know her heart couldn’t feel anything.

She could never feel the warmth after being treated coldly.

Lance murmured, "Yve, I promise I won’t let you down again..."

Yvette felt her throat tight.

She quickly gripped her palms with her nails to stop tears from falling from her eyes.

Promise?

What a joke...

She still remembered that Lance had promised that she would be his first choice.

And then?

She foolishly believed him.

But when Phoebe was in critical condition, she was mercilessly abandoned by Lance.

When she was in danger, she keenly waited for Lance to save her and her child...

However, it was just her fantasy.

She was never his first choice.

Yvette’s eyes were red. She pushed him away with great effort.

She said word by word, "Lance, I will never believe your promise again!"

Her eyes were distant and unfamiliar. She looked at him coldly.

"I only want to live a quiet and stable life. I hope you will not disturb us again."

Lance did not move for a long time.

What Yvette wanted was for Lance to give up. She said coldly, "I will not thank you for deleting the trending topic for me. Please don’t help me anymore."

Yvette turned around with her back to him and said coldly, "Lance, I don’t need you. I really don’t."

She quickly walked out of the room. Her heart was like an icy lake without any ripples.

It was no longer beating because of Lance.

Lance stood still, his eyes blank.

A sharp pain in his chest almost made him unable to stand.

Lance held his chest with one hand and pressed against the wall with the other, suppressing the tearing pain.

Finally, he spat out a mouthful of blood...

Yvette finished cleaning up and still didn’t see Lance. She could not help but frown.

Were those harsh words not enough to make him give up?

Was he so shameless?

At this time, Kamila suddenly cried out in alarm, "Ms. Lynn, Mr. Wolseley fainted."

Belle was holding a toy and wanted to go up to stay with Lance. When she heard this, she burst out crying.

"Daddy..."

She cried non-stop.

Yvette picked Belle up, panicking as her mind went blank.

When did Lance become so fragile?

She ran upstairs. When she reached the stairs, she stopped and handed Belle to Kamila.

She said in a trembling voice, "Get Daniel to help. Take Belle to the room."

Belle cried hard, "I want Daddy. Daddy..."

Yvette comforted Belle, "Belle, be good, and Daddy will be fine."

In a moment of desperation, Yvette did not realize that she began to address Lance as Daddy in front of Belle.

With tears in her big round eyes, Belle sobbed, "Mommy, I’ll be good. Can you save Daddy?"

Yvette said, "Yes, nothing will happen to Daddy."

Kamila carried Belle into the room.

Yvette’s hands and feet trembled as she walked up the stairs with great difficulty.

Lance’s handsome face was deathly pale. His thin lips were dyed with fresh blood. He lay still on the ground.

For a moment, Yvette felt that her ears were buzzing, and she could not hear anything.

Just as she was at a loss, Daniel Stones came up, followed by Frankie.

Frankie was called up by Daniel.

Frankie saw Lance on the ground and suddenly rushed over. He shouted, kneeling on the ground. "Mr. Wolseley!"

Seeing that Lance did not respond, Frankie anxiously gave him CPR.

Without seeing any effect, Frankie decisively carried Lance downstairs.

Yvette subconsciously followed him down. After Frankie put Lance in the back seat, she stopped.

Frankie looked at Yvette and pleaded, "Mrs. Wolseley, please go with me."

Yvette’s eyes were sour. She clenched her fists tightly. She wanted to lift her feet several times, but she finally stopped.

"I’ll stay here."

She heard her cold voice.

Frankie opened his eyes wide in disbelief, showing great disappointment.

"Mrs. Wolseley, Mr. Wolseley is..."

Yvette interrupted him and reminded him, "Hurry up and go."

Frankie almost forgot what Lance said to him and told Yvette about the syringe.

The clock was ticking. Frankie’s lips moved, but he did not say anything else. He started the car and drove away.

Watching the car leave, Yvette leaned against the door frame and sat on the ground. She felt like sitting in an icehouse and shivering with cold.

"Plop..."

A drop of hot tear fell on the back of her hand.

Yvette looked at the tear, and her heart trembled.

Didn’t she become desperate long ago?

How could she still be in so much pain when Lance fainted?

Yvette tried her best not to care about him...

However, she could not control her tears.

If something really happened to Lance, what should she do...?

The fear in her heart spread.

Yvette suddenly got up and wanted to go to the hospital. Her legs trembled, and she almost fell down.

"Yvette!"

A figure rushed over and supported her.

"Stephen, help me. I want to go to the hospital..."

Stephen received a call from Kamila and rushed over.

Marlon went out these days, so Stephen temporarily stayed in the villa next door to take care of Yvette.

On the way.

Stephen tilted his head slightly. He looked at Yvette who was in a daze and tightened his grip on the steering wheel.

Then, he comforted Yvette in a low voice, "Don’t worry. If he is healthy, a short coma should not be a big problem."

Yvette clenched her fists, not saying anything.

They arrived at the hospital.

Stephen went to ask where Lance was.

After a while, Stephen came over and said with a relaxed expression, "I asked. Mr. Wolseley is fine."

"Is he awake?"

Stephen said, "I don’t know. He is in the ward upstairs. Do you want to see him?"

Yvette twisted her fingers, thought for a moment, and said, "Yes, I’ll go take a look."

"Okay." Stephen’s eyes were crystal clear.

Upstairs, Stephen pointed to a ward inside and said to Yvette, "He’s over there. Do you need me to go with you?"

"I’ll go myself," Yvette said, shaking her head.

"Do you want me to wait for you?" Stephen asked.

Yvette nodded.

She would just take a look and leave after confirming Lance was fine.

"Okay," Stephen said with a faint smile. "Go. I’ll wait for you."

Yvette came to the ward and thought for a long time. Just as she was about to push the door open, she heard someone call her name.

"Yvette?"

"Why are you here?" Juliette walked over from behind and looked at Yvette.