Secretary's Secret Lover
Chapter 435 My Wife

Chapter 435: Chapter 435 My Wife

Lance felt a lot better and explained, "I won’t touch other women. I’m very clean."

"It has nothing to do with me whether you are clean or not." Yvette turned her head.

"How does it have nothing to do with you?"

Lance glanced at the driver and said in a low voice, "I won’t touch anyone except you."

Yvette was originally angry, but now she was shy.

Yvette scolded, "Don’t talk nonsense."

"You just said that you wanted to be with me," Lance said, feeling a little wronged.

Yvette regretted it.

"That suggestion is canceled."

"I don’t care. I vote against it. Now we are a couple."

Yvette was speechless.

Yvette said to the driver, "Let’s go."

Lance didn’t know what to do.

Lance knew that it was impossible to explain now.

"Sir, can I change cars with you?" Lance asked, turning to the driver.

"What?" the driver asked in confusion.

"I’ll use your car. Can you drive mine?" Lance asked, throwing the key at the driver.

"Ah, no, I still have to make money," the driver said, waving his hand.

Yvette felt that the driver was a good person.

Yvette said, "I’ve delayed your work. I’ll pay according to the time."

Lance had no choice but to look at the taxi LCD board and read, "Hire a night shift driver."

"Do you want to hire a night shift driver?"

Lance pushed Frankie out and asked, "What do you think of him?"

If Lance hadn’t drunk, he would have applied for the job.

The driver said, "Young man, stop joking."

"Sir, I’m not joking."

"No, I’m not joking," Frankie nodded.

As an assistant, Frankie knew that he had to work in multiple roles.

However, as the night shift taxi driver, Frankie thought that he had expanded a new field.

Lance sincerely said to the driver, "This is my wife. I did something wrong. She won’t let me enter the house. If you don’t give him a chance to work, I won’t have a wife."

Lance was good-looking. If he talked with a nice expression, it would be easy to believe what he said.

"I see that you still have a Buddha plaque here. I know that you are also kind. There is an old saying that goes that helping someone’s marriage is very kind. Do you want to see us get divorced because of a misunderstanding?"

Frankie was speechless.

The driver was speechless.

Yvette was also speechless.

Yvette thought, why didn’t I realize before that Lance had the talent to tell lies?

Lance said a lot.

Finally, the driver got out of the car and handed the key to the car over to Frankie.

He also said to Lance earnestly, "Lance, you have to treasure your wife, understand?"

"Got it, sir."

Lance glanced at Yvette and said, "I will treasure her."

Yvette could no longer react.

In the blink of an eye, the driver changed?

Frankie got into the car, started it, and left.

It seemed that the driver was shouting from the car window.

"Lance, I don’t know how to drive this car of yours."

Lance curled his lips slightly.

Lance knew how to make this driver believe what he said.

Yvette was speechless at Lance’s actions.

"You’re such a rascal."

"I just behave like that in front of you." Lance calmly evaluated himself.

Lance was speechless.

Yvette smelled the pungent fragrance on his body and frowned slightly. "Get out of the car. I feel uncomfortable smelling this fragrance!"

When Lance saw her expression, he raised his sleeve and smelled it. It was indeed quite pungent.

Without hesitation, Lance took off his coat and pointed at the trash bin in front of him. He asked Frankie to stop the car and threw it out.

Then, Lance was about to take off his shirt when Yvette stopped him.

"What are you doing!"

"It wasn’t you who said that you were uncomfortable smelling it?" Lance said innocently.

"Yes. But you can go down. I didn’t ask you to take off all your clothes!" Yvette’s face turned hot.

Yvette thought, I would feel more uncomfortable if you took off all your clothes!

Especially since we were still in the car and the taxi didn’t have a protective film.

If people saw us, they might think that we have done something indescribable.

"No. I promise the driver that I will treasure you."

Yvette’s face turned red.

Lance leaned closer and raised his arm to put it under Yvette’s nose. "Smell it. There is no smell inside. I haven’t taken off my coat just now."

Yvette turned her head awkwardly and retorted, "You are shameless."

"Yes, I am shameless." Lance’s hand passed over Yvette’s head and he placed his hand on the back of the chair. It looked like Lance was circling Yvette. Lance said with a low and deep voice, "I don’t want to have a good reputation, but I want to have you. Is it OK?"

Yvette’s ears were hot, and she said shyly, "I don’t want you. You are dirty to be touched by others."

Lance pinched Yvette’s face and raised his hand. He swore, "I didn’t touch other women. If you don’t believe me, ask Frankie. I didn’t let her touch me at all. The only mistake I made was to breathe the same air as her."

Frankie looked ahead and testified, "Ms. Thiel, Mr. Wolseley is clean and honest. He didn’t let others touch him."

Yvette blushed and slapped Lance’s hand. Her lips moved, wanting to say something, but it was inconvenient to say it in front of Frankie.

Lance simply turned around and looked outside at the car window.

Lance knew that Yvette was easy to be shy, so he didn’t tease her anymore. He still maintained his arms around her slightly and didn’t touch her. He was very gentle.

The car arrived at the location.

Frankie got out of the car and walked around.

Yvette did not want to speak and went to open the car door, but Lance pressed the handle with his long arms.

"Yvette..."

Lance pressed the car door as if he was hugging Yvette from behind. His cold aura enveloped Lance.

"I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be jealous. I should trust you a little more. I shouldn’t be angry when I see other men get along with you. I also want to change, but I can’t. I can’t control myself, but I promise you that I will do my best to change it, OK?"

Lance seriously analyzed himself and pleaded in a low voice.

In the past, Yvette had never seen this before.

Yvette could not imagine that Lance, who had always been proud, arrogant, and looked down on all beings, would have such a side.

Lance let go of the handle of the car and held Yvette’s neck from behind. Lance gently hugged Yvette.

Then Lance said in a low voice, "Just like how you hate the woman. The opponents I meet are stronger than the woman. Charlie was your classmate, and Stephen had a five-year experience with you. During these periods, I have not had any interaction with you, so I am afraid. Can you understand?"

Yvette’s body suddenly froze.

Yvette never knew that Lance would be so worried about this.

It turned out that every time Lance’s anger was reasonable.

Although those things in the past had also hurt Yvette.

But when Yvette saw Lance pleading like this, Yvette felt that he was a little pitiful.

Seeing that Yvette was still silent, Lance thought that she was still angry. He said.

"I will ask you everything in advance. I will no longer make unreasonable guesses. I will also be less jealous, OK?"

Lance could not guarantee that he wouldn’t be jealous anymore.

That was impossible.

Lance knew very well how strong his sense of possessiveness was.

Yvette was originally angry, but now it seemed that she couldn’t find the reason for her anger.

Yvette softened her voice and said, "I made a lot of dishes tonight."

"I’m sorry. I’m going to eat it now."

"No, it’s cold."

"It doesn’t matter. I didn’t eat dinner, lunch, breakfast, and yesterday’s dinner."

During this time, Lance just drank a cup of coffee and a few glasses of wine at night.

Lance was so angry that he couldn’t eat any other time.

When Yvette heard this, she was sad and asked, "You haven’t eaten yet?"

"Yes." Lance sounded a little wronged.

"My wife is about to leave. How can I be in the mood to eat?"

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