Secretary's Secret Lover
Chapter 477 Can You Have Faith in Me?

Chapter 477: Chapter 477 Can You Have Faith in Me?

Yvette pinched her ears. When she saw Lance, she was slightly stunned. "You’re awake?"

Just now, there was a bit of foam spilling out from the pot. Yvette used her hand to press the handle and was accidentally burned by it.

Seeing Yvette’s red fingertips, Lance turned off the fire and carried her to the sink to wash.

Then, he carried her to the sofa and found a scald ointment for her.

"I’m fine." Yvette waved her hand. "Just give me some ice."

Lance took the ice and gently rubbed it on her fingertips. It was comfortable.

"Little fool, it’s so late. Why are you making soup?"

Yvette said, "I hope you can eat it when you wake up."

Lance paused and raised his elegant eyebrows slightly, staring at the woman in front of him.

Clean, pure, without any schemes.

When she was sad, she was really heartless, but when she loved someone, she would do her utmost.

The glimmer of a smile in the man’s eyes deepened bit by bit.

The dream he had when he was a child seemed to be fulfilled at this moment.

He leaned over and kissed Yvette’s lips, his voice low and hoarse. "But now, I want to eat you first."

Before Yvette could react, her lips were suddenly kissed again.

Icy.

It was ice!

Lance held a piece of ice and kissed her.

The hot tongue wrapped around the ice and touched all the nerves on the tip of her tongue. The extreme stimulation made her body go soft.

The man pressed the back of her head with one hand and slowly put his other hand into her clothes.

The sweet body made Lance want to tightly knead Yvette into his body and not be coveted by anyone.

Yvette groaned like a kitten.

Lance’s eyes were dark, and he gently bit the tip of Yvette’s tongue. It was hot and cold.

The stinging pain caused him to feel numb, and then he felt a strange sweetness.

Yvette raised her hand to hold the man’s neck, and her confused response was even more seductive.

The man’s throat moved, and the heat beneath him surged up and down.

After a long time.

Yvette’s face was hot as she pressed against the man’s chest. She felt his strong heartbeat and his sexy breathing.

She had already changed into a long nightgown. Her smooth and beautiful little feet were exposed.

She wanted to comfort Lance today, but she did not expect that he would serve her again.

He carried her to wash and change her clothes, making Yvette feel like a Princess whose hands and feet could not touch the ground.

Lance stopped for a moment, then got up and brought the soup over.

After putting it down, he carried Yvette on his lap and used a spoon to scoop up the warm soup to feed her.

"I’ll do it myself." Yvette twisted a little embarrassedly.

Lance refused her and fed her patiently.

Yvette obediently finished the soup. She was so tired that she did not want to move.

Lance put her down in amusement. Only then did he get up and finish the entire plate of soup.

After the chicken was cleaned up, they went to wash up together.

After that, Lance picked Yvette up and sent her back to the bedroom.

"Do you want me to share the bed with you?" he asked.

Yvette blushed. She felt that if he was here, she would not be able to fall asleep again.

"I can’t do it anymore."

These words were too embarrassing.

Lance laughed and lay down as well. "You are just too weak. You should do more exercise."

"It’s all because of you." Yvette was unconvinced.

She thought for a moment and asked doubtfully, "Lance, where did you learn all this?"

Ice.

So good!

Lance turned over and supported his head with his hand. He looked at Yvette and said, "Most men are self-aware of these things."

"You are lying." Yvette did not believe him.

Lance picked up her arm with one hand and gently touched the pulse of her wrist. He slowly said in a hoarse voice.

"I dream of it so many times."

The man was wearing a cotton white pajama in an ordinary style, but he was so sexy.

His voice made Yvette feel ashamed.

Yvette couldn’t stand it anymore and kicked him. "Lance, stop!"

The man caught her moving foot with his legs and kissed her wrist with his lips. "That’s only for you. It’s fine as long as you like it."

Yvette was reluctant to admit it. "Who likes it?"

"Who asked Marlon to help me today?" Lance chuckled.

"Did you hear that?" Yvette blushed.

The man raised his eyebrows. "I heard Ms. Lynn asking for assistance from her family to save her husband."

"When did I say I was going to save my husband?" Yvette’s ears were hot.

"What else?"

Lance lifted his eyelids, deliberately teasing her. "Save Ms. Lynn’s lover?"

"What lover? Don’t talk nonsense!" Yvette glared at him in embarrassment.

The man pursed his lips. "Indeed. If not for the circumstances, who would be willing to be a lover?"

He said seriously, "So, Ms. Lynn, when will you marry me?"

Yvette was speechless.

He really didn’t look like someone who had been impeached.

"Are you really in danger this time?" Yvette couldn’t help but suspect.

"I’ve come to you. What do you think?"

Yvette asked, "Then, will you lose your position as CEO?"

Lance’s eyes were half-closed, and he was slightly lonely. "Maybe."

Yvette pursed her lips. "Lance, I have 8 billion dollars. My father said that it was a dowry left by my mother. Maybe it can help you."

Lance caught the main point and smiled faintly. "You’re going to give me your dowry. Why aren’t you admitting that you’re saving your husband?"

He reached out and pinched her soft chin. "You little two-faced rascal."

Yvette frowned. "I’m talking serious business with you."

She knew that Lance was proud and would not accept her money, so she said, "Just take it as I lent it to you."

Lance almost couldn’t hold back his laughter.

He forced himself to say, "I have to serve you so hard to repay such a great favor."

Yvette’s ears turned hot. "Who wants you to return with that!"

The man raised his handsome eyebrows and said with deep eyes, "Isn’t it because you were very satisfied with my performance just now?"

"Can you be serious?"

Yvette angrily buried her face in the pillow.

Lance felt warm in his heart. He leaned over and put his arm around her slender waist.

"Can you have faith in your man?"

Yvette suddenly turned around and asked, "Do you have a plan?"

Lance kissed her forehead and said calmly, "Just believe me."

Of course, Yvette believed in him. Lance was much more excellent than everyone in the Wolseley Group.

Today’s impeachment was meaningless. Just like a group of assistants wanted to fire the chef!

It was really funny.

Without Lance, the Wolseley Group would probably go down more than a step.

The two of them chatted for a while before Yvette fell asleep peacefully in Lance’s arms.

Late at night, the man stared at Yvette’s little face, full of love. He looked at her for a long time.

Then, he slowly got out of bed, closed the door, and left the bedroom.

He took out his phone and called back.

It was unknown what the other side had said.

Lance’s tone was low. "Not enough. Continue."

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