Secretary's Secret Lover
Chapter 410 He tries to Kiss Yvette

Chapter 410: Chapter 410 He tries to Kiss Yvette

Yvette felt awkward.

She felt that it was difficult to catch her breath.

Fortunately, Lance had been staring at her feet and did not notice that her face was red.

Looking at Lance’s focused face, Yvette suddenly thought that this was not the first time he had applied medicine to her.

But he was so skilled in dealing with the injuries and did not feel dirty at all.

After Lance applied the medicine, he massaged her ankle.

He checked her feet again. They were not seriously injured. If it was handled properly, it should be fine tomorrow.

Lance kept staring at her feet. Yvette felt uncomfortable being looked at by him.

She asked, "Are you done?"

"Yes."

Lance put a piece of gauze on her feet to prevent the injuries from touching the water.

He should have let go long ago, but he was reluctant to do so.

Lance was a clean freak, but he wasn’t that in front of Yvette.

He even wanted to hold her feet all along.

When Lance let go, Yvette immediately said, "Go wash your hands."

Lance laughed. He didn’t dislike her, but she did.

He went to wash his hands.

Yvette looked at him and said, "Go to Marlon’s room on the third floor to sleep. Walk softly."

"Alright."

Lance coughed lightly, "If I have any news."

Yvette immediately said, "Well, how about you sleep here?"

Lance’s eyes darkened. "You want me to sleep here?"

"Yes, if there is any news about Ellen, I want to know immediately."

Although Lance said that Ellen should be fine, he wasn’t sure of that.

Jamie had been crazy before, and she was worried.

Moreover, Jamie was his good friend. If Jamie really did something crazy, Lance might cover for him.

In the end, Yvette just did not trust Lance.

Lance saw the distrust in her eyes and felt a little hurt.

Yvette directed him, "Bring the quilt over. If you come close to me, I will kick you out of bed."

Lance obediently carried the quilt over and placed it beside him.

Yvette put a super long pillow in the middle of the bed to separate him from her and asked him to put the phone on the bedside table.

Lance did as she said.

In the end, Yvette was still a little worried and left a night lamp on.

After doing all this, she said, "Go to sleep."

Just as she was about to close her eyes, she saw from the corner of her eye that Lance’s shirt buttons were all open, revealing his well-defined muscles.

Suddenly, Yvette blushed to her toes.

"Hey, what are you doing!"

After she said this, she pulled the quilt to cover her face, revealing only her hair, which was very cute.

A hint of a smile flashed in Lance’s eyes, and he said in a soft voice, "I can’t sleep with clothes on."

"But you can’t be naked!"

Yvette’s muffled voice came from the quilt.

"I don’t have the habit of wearing clothes under my shirt," Lance said resignedly.

Fortunately, he had taken a bath before he came. Otherwise, Yvette would not even let him take a bath.

Yvette thought about it and muttered, "In the third wardrobe on the left, there are pajamas I custom-made for Marlon. They are new. You can wear them."

"It’s so good to be your brother." Lance’s voice was a bit cold.

Yvette was speechless.

Lance sounded a bit jealous.

Yvette wondered what he thought.

He wasn’t jealous of Marlon, was he?

Yvette put down the quilt and said unhappily, "Are you going to wear them or not?"

She made the pajamas herself, and Marlon hadn’t worn them yet.

"I will go get them now."

Lance narrowed his eyes slightly and slowly stretched his arms into the sleeve.

When he raised her hand, his tight muscles were especially eye-catching.

Lance was wearing pajamas very slowly.

Yvette wondered if he did it on purpose!

When she saw Lance’s sexy figure, her heart skipped a beat again. She turned her head away and went to sleep.

Not long later.

The other side of the bed sank in.

Yvette’s heart suddenly tightened.

She had not slept in the same bed with a man for a long time.

Moreover, the one who slept on the same bed with her was Lance, who had an intimate relationship with her.

She whispered nervously, "Ellen, please be fine."

"Good night."

Lance looked at her trembling eyelashes and said with a smile in his eyes.

The magnetic voice made Yvette’s heart itch.

"Good night."

She responded with her eyes closed.

Lance smiled lightly as he stared unblinkingly at her moving sleeping face.

Maybe she was really tired.

Yvette soon fell asleep.

The room was warm.

But outside West Lake Villa, something cold and creepy happened.

Not far away, the window of a black luxury car was half lowered.

Inside the car, a man was wearing a white glaze mask, a pure black leather glove on his left hand, and holding a new type of instrument, which was facing Yvette’s bedroom on the second floor.

This instrument could penetrate the thin curtain and record the movements of the people inside.

After seeing the two of them sleeping in the same bed in the room, the man slowly lowered his hands.

Then...

Bang!

There was a crack.

The man broke the window with his bare hands!

The leather gloves were instantly filled with glass shards.

The driver turned pale with fright and shouted, "Sir!"

The man pursed his thin lips and pulled the gloves off.

As expected, the palm of his hand was dripping with blood.

There were some old scars on his cold and fair skin, which was extremely sinister and terrifying.

He casually took out a new glove and put it on, not going to treat the wound at all.

The driver did not dare to say anything else. He only heard the man say.

"Let’s go."

The car started.

The man turned to look at the bedroom on the second floor, which was covered by a curtain, and a cold smile appeared on his lips.

Then, his lips moved silently.

Vaguely, he said, "Everything is mine!"

...

In the warm bedroom.

Lance propped up his head and looked at Yvette, who was sleeping soundly, and smiled bitterly.

She trusted him too much.

He couldn’t tell if he was lucky or unlucky.

Slowly, he bent down and planted a gentle kiss on her forehead.

Yvette slept very soundly, and Lance was enchanted by her fragrance and softness.

His desire was getting stronger, and he couldn’t help but want more than a kiss.

Lance’s eyes darkened as he tried to restrain his desire.

He could not break the hard-won trust of Yvette.

Although he endured it for five years, he could still wait.

He hoped that she would be willing to do that thing with him.

Lance looked away from her face reluctantly and was just about to lie down to rest when he heard her say.

"Honey..."

Yvette, who was sleeping soundly, suddenly muttered.

In an instant, Lance’s heart beat fast, and he was excited.

He gently pinched Yvette’s face and said in a low voice, "What did you just call me?"

Perhaps she was feeling uncomfortable from Lance’s pinch, Yvette wriggled and subconsciously snorted.

Only then did Lance realize that she was talking in her sleep.

He tightened his body and pushed aside the hair on Yvette’s tender neck. He said earnestly.

"Yve, say it again."

Yvette was in a dream and dreamed of Alan, her fake husband.

She unconsciously said, "You are not my husband."

Lance frowned and corrected her. "I am."

Yvette was too tired and did not want to speak again.

Lance was helpless and gently patted her back, "Sleep well."

The day broke.

Yvette slowly opened her eyes and wanted to stretch herself.

Halfway through, she realized that she seemed to have touched something and suddenly stopped.

Looking down, she actually grabbed Lance’s muscles.

She panicked and tried to sit up in a flurry.

In the end, Yvette got up too fiercely and her mind was dizzy. So she fell on Lance.

What was worse was that her lips kissed his!

Lance was knocked awake!

Reflexively, he grabbed Yvette’s slender waist, turned over, and pressed her down under him.

When he saw Yvette, his eyes suddenly darkened.

Lance loosened his grip and changed her position to hug her. His voice was low and hoarse. "Did you steal a kiss from me?"

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