Secretary's Secret Lover
Chapter 455 What Husband?

Chapter 455: Chapter 455 What Husband?

She didn’t want to talk to him anymore and turned around to go back into the ward.

However, her wrist was suddenly grabbed by Charlie.

"That man hurt you like that in the past, and you still want to be with him. Are you that cheap?"

His eyes were red, and he looked like a devil that had gotten out of the abyss. He stared at her.

"He only married you because of his grandfather. He doesn’t love you at all. He is also using you. Why can he do it if I cannot?"

Words failed Yvette.

Charlie was so good at reading people’s minds.

He knew that this thing had been a sore point with Yvette. That was why he brought it up.

Even Lance, who had struggled out of the bed in order to take her back, stopped in his tracks.

He wanted to know how Yvette felt about it...

"Yvette, I admit that I was using you at first, but I have truly fallen in love with you.

"Do you know how sad I was when you pushed me away?

"I watched you leave with him and couldn’t do anything about it. And during the days and nights when I was unconscious...

"I had been dreaming about you endlessly. You are my motivation to wake up!"

It was only then that Charlie truly removed his mask. He sounded so sincere and sounded like he was begging.

"Yvette, I have everything he has. And I can give you whatever he can.

"Come back to me and let’s start over again, okay?

Yvette looked at the dim light in Charlie’s eyes and felt that he was crazy.

She told him as bluntly as she could, "Charlie, do you still not understand?

"I’ve never been to your side, so how can I go back to you?

"We have never started, so how can we start over again?"

These words were so brutal.

Charlie’s handsome face went livid, then pale, then livid again.

His thin lips moved for a long time before he said, "Why?"

Why?

Yvette thought about it. It was probably because Lance was willing to treat Isabel as his own when he didn’t know who her dad was.

Also, he had saved her several times.

It was especially shocking when she saw he made that jump despite the danger.

He had quietly done so many things for her, but he never talked about them or asked anything in return.

Her heart was not made of stone.

After knowing all this, how could she not be moved?

Feelings were something that could not be explained.

However, the most touching thing in a relationship was never sweet words.

It was sincerity.

Sincerity always won.

Yvette looked at Charlie and told him seriously, "Because of his sincerity. He puts me before everything else. So I won’t let him lose."

After that, she turned and walked into the ward.

Charlie watched her walk away without any hesitation and clenched his fists little by little.

Sincerity...

It was the only thing he could not give her.

He was raised as trash, but he was not willing to be looked down upon.

So he made himself look good and pretended to be a positive and happy person.

Over time, this mask became part of him and could not be removed.

Only he himself knew how fucked up he was inside.

How could a fucked-up person like him treat others sincerely?

Charlie looked at the closed door of the ward, imagining how they were fondling each other.

He suddenly opened his clenched fists.

There was an extremely creepy smile on his gentle face.

The game had just begun. No one could say for sure who the final winner would be.

When he had everything, a woman would just be a piece of cake.

...

Yvette opened the door and Lance didn’t dodge.

Instead, he looked at her intently.

Yvette felt that her face was burning!

She just felt that since they had decided to be together, they should be honest with each other.

Therefore, she did not go far, so Lance could hear them and feel secure.

However, even though this was how she thought, she felt a bit shy when facing him after what she had just said to Charlie.

She looked at Lance’s pale face and was a little worried.

"Why are you up? I’ll help you lie down."

He had just woken up. How could he get up so soon even though he had a walking stick?

She reached out to help him. But before she could reach him, Lance took her into his arms. He held her so tight that she could hardly breathe.

"Lance?" Yvette’s heart jumped. She thought he felt unwell and was about to collapse again.

She said anxiously, "What’s wrong? I’ll go get a doctor."

Her worry was a completely instinctive reaction and could not be concealed at all.

"Nothing wrong." His deep and soft voice came from overhead and gave her a tingling sensation.

He sounded a bit emotional. With a broken voice, he said solemnly and slowly.

"Thank you for having me back..."

Yvette’s heart melted.

"Thank you too."

She reached out and held him, saying, "Thank you for not giving up on me."

If not for this man, she probably would have been long gone.

He had risked his life to save her. He deserved her thanks.

Lance lowered his head, and there was a smile in his eyes.

The little flower, which he had been taking good care of, finally began to bear fruit.

How could he not be happy?

"You never need to thank me. Your husband will never let you lose."

Yvette blushed again and muttered softly, "What husband..."

Without that certificate, at most, he was only her boyfriend.

Lance smiled. "I’ve been your husband, so I’ll always be your husband."

He knew that it was not easy for her to take this step.

Therefore, he waited for her with all his patience.

But when she was willing to give herself completely to him, a certificate was necessary for him.

Yvette’s ears heated. She gently pushed him and said, "Go to bed now. You’ve been standing for too long. You need to get into bed."

Lance’s eyes clouded over. He lowered his head and whispered to Yvette, "That’s true."

He needed to get into bed with her...

Before Yvette could speak, Lance kissed her on the lips. But it was only a short kiss.

They hadn’t had sex for nearly a month now.

Even such a light kiss made Yvette blush and her ears heat up.

Lance stopped teasing her and said, "Let’s go to bed."

She helped him into the bed discreetly.

After she raised the head of the bed, she was about to sit on the chair beside the bed as usual, but Lance took her hand.

He glanced at her intently and said, "Get in."