Secretary's Secret Lover
Chapter 424 How to Thank Him?

Chapter 424: Chapter 424 How to Thank Him?

Yvette knew that he was a little angry, but she didn’t know the reason.

"Why are you angry?" she asked softly.

Lance was so annoyed that he smiled.

He had been angry for so long because of her, but she still did not know why!

Lance said, "You always try to cut ties with me!"

"Is it because I gave you 800 thousand dollars?" Yvette seemed to realize something.

"Yes. You are my wife, and I think it’s reasonable for me to give it to your uncle, and it is what I should do."

Yvette was silent.

And she was speechless.

Lance stepped back and looked at her with deep emotions.

"I thought I could at least avoid meeting you until tomorrow.

"But it was not dark, and I was suffering.

"By the time the meeting ended, it was already beyond my limits.

"I didn’t expect that I would be even more disappointing than I thought."

Lance sneered as if mocking himself.

His words shocked Yvette.

She felt so complex.

And she didn’t know how to face this gentle and overbearing man.

After a moment of silence, Yvette said, "Thank you for everything tonight."

He helped her and was injured. Yvette was grateful to him.

Lance’s eyes were a little dim. He looked down at her. "What would you do to thank me?"

"What?"

"Don’t you want to thank me?" Lance asked as he looked at her with affection in his eyes.

Yvette’s heart skipped a beat as he looked at her.

"What do you want?"

Lance looked at her, his eyes burning with desire.

Yvette knew what he wanted.

She blushed.

She tried to arrange the words in her heart to reject his unreasonable request.

"Treat me to a meal," Lance smiled slightly.

"What?"

"I want you to cook for me."

Yvette did not expect his request to be so simple.

She couldn’t believe it.

She had thought that he would take the opportunity to make some other request.

"Is that all?" Yvette asked again.

Of course, this was not what Lance was thinking.

He just didn’t want to put her under too much pressure and make her feel like she was being forced.

"Do you feel that it’s not enough?" Lance asked with a deep gaze.

"What?"

Yvette was stunned by his question.

"Then add another one."

Lance smiled and lowered his head to kiss her, continuing what he had just wanted.

Yvette had to accept his hot kiss.

For some reason, his tongue broke into her mouth which felt so warm.

He even pestered her smooth tongue brazenly.

Yvette was overwhelmed by his kiss and couldn’t help but let out a moan.

Yvette felt so ashamed!

She couldn’t even control herself just because of a kiss!

Moreover, the one driving in front was Frankie. Would he hear anything?

And this kind of behavior in the environment made her excited.

And her moan encouraged Lance.

He held the back of her head and pressed her against the back of the soft leather chair. To make it convenient for him to control Yvette, one of his legs pressed on hers.

That posture seemed so ambiguous.

Lance licked her lips again, and his tongue went into her warm mouth slowly to the inner wall, trying to taste her favor.

This hot kiss lasted for a long time.

After he let go...

Yvette felt that her mouth was numb from being kissed too long!

Lance looked at her and said with deep meaning, "Now that your mouth is honest to me because of the kiss."

Yvette’s sense of shame immediately came to an extreme.

What a shameless man!

Lance liked to see her face turn red from his teasing.

"One meal and one kiss. Is that enough?"

Yvette blushed!

What was he talking about?

It seemed as if she was hard to get satisfied.

"That’s enough!"

She wanted to say it loudly, but her mouth was still numb.

The moment she spoke, her voice was trembling, and it sounded so soft.

Lance looked at her red face, his handsome face approaching. Then he said in an ambiguous tone.

"But you don’t seem to like this proposal."

Yvette had her back against the seat and could not avoid him.

She could only watch as Lance approached her.

She suspected that if she denied it, Lance would kiss her again.

Yvette gave in and replied with a sobbing tone.

"I like it..."

"I can’t kiss you again even though you like it. I’m afraid..."

Lance’s voice was hoarse. He paused for a second and bit her earlobe.

"I’m afraid I can’t control myself in the car."

Yvette was speechless.

They finally arrived at West Lake Villa.

Yvette’s face was still red.

Lance said that he wasn’t going to kiss her again, but he held her tightly in the car and kissed her several times for a long time.

And she could even feel ... his standing dick.

Yvette was so shy that she didn’t dare to look at him.

Lance was in a good mood, and he felt comfortable all over his body.

He got off the car and sent Yvette in.

When they reached the door, he said in a low voice, "Yve, please don’t push me away again in the future, okay?"

Yvette was stunned. "I..."

Lance was not in a hurry to hear the answer. He said calmly, "Please think about it carefully before you answer me."

Perhaps he was also a little afraid and somewhat resistant to the answer.

In the evening, Yvette lay on the bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.

Her mind was filled with what had happened today.

Was she reconciled with Lance?

Yvette didn’t think so, since she felt something was lacking between them.

But if she was not reconciled with him, why had they done those intimate things?

When Yvette could not sleep, her phone vibrated.

She picked it up and saw that it was a message from Lance.

"Tomorrow, I have to go to Philadelphia for a short trip. I will be back at noon the next day. Be good at home and tell me wherever you will go."

Knowing what he was going to do made Yvette feel very safe.

Yvette’s face blushed because of his message.

Then, she frowned slightly.

He didn’t ask him to report it to her.

She didn’t care about his schedule!

After letting her imagination run wild for a while, Yvette threw her phone and buried her head in her pillow.

She warned herself that she didn’t care about what would happen tomorrow.

It was time to go to sleep!

...

In the bright living room...

Keith was sitting on the sofa. He shook the wine glass in his hand and asked in a leisurely tone.

"Have you dealt with everything?"

The subordinate replied, "Yes, Mr. Beckford."

"How about the result of the blood?" Keith asked.

The subordinate handed over a sealed document with both hands and said respectfully, "Please take a look."

Keith placed the cup on the table and opened the document slowly. He took the paper out and looked through it.

The result of 99.99 percent was shown on it.

A sneer appeared on Keith’s face. He got up and threw the document into the shredder.

Then, he opened a closed iron door and walked into a basement.

Although it was a basement, the interior decoration was extremely extravagant and luxurious!

He walked step by step to the bedside.

A woman about thirty to forty years old was sleeping on the bed.

She had a high nose bridge and long eyelashes. Her sleeping posture was surprisingly elegant.

One would have to admit that time never defeated a beauty when seeing her!

Keith bent down slightly and kissed the woman’s forehead, saying with infatuation, "Alena, your daughter is so lucky. Do you think I should keep her alive?"