Secretary's Secret Lover
Chapter 478 An Engagement Dress

Chapter 478: Chapter 478 An Engagement Dress

For five days, Lance did not go to work but kept Yvette company in the villa.

Yvette was not as free as Lance. And she had to go to the studio.

When Yvette went to the studio, Lance stayed alone at home.

Lance learned to cook a few dishes from Kamila so that Yvette could eat the food that Lance cooked every night when she went back home.

Even the soup Lance cooked was better than that made by Kamila, who had been cooking soup for decades.

"Why are you so good at cooking?" Yvette asked Lance in surprise.

When Yvette and Lance were together in the past, Lance had never cooked. And Yvette never knew that Lance could cook.

Lance did not look like a person who just learned to cook for a few days.

Lance raised his eyebrows and said disapprovingly, "If I want to learn, cooking is not very difficult. Moreover, the soup is made based on timing. The soup with long-time cooking will lose its flavor, while the soup with short cooking will not be tasty. As long as the timing is right, and the ingredients are selected, the soup will be delicious and nutritious..."

Yvette sighed secretly when she heard the timing and the selected ingredients.

She thought, Lance is a typical top student, who even develops the formula while cooking.

Yvette finished a big plate of soup and said, "You cook so well that I will be a fussy eater."

Lance cleaned Yvette’s mouth with a wipe slowly. "Thank you for taking me in, Ms. Lynn. It’s my pleasure to serve you well."

Yvette was speechless.

She wondered why Lance sounded so plaintive.

Lance threw the wipe into the wastepaper basket and asked calmly, "Is the soup at noon or the soup at night more delicious?"

Yvette was confused.

She then remembered something.

At noon, Lance called Yvette and asked if he needed to prepare food for her.

However, at that time, Yvette was already eating with her business partner.

Yvette’s partner warmly served her a plate of soup and said, "Ms. Lynn, please have some. The soup can beautify your face."

Yvette did not expect Lance would remember the words just because the words were from a man.

Yvette smiled, "The lunch is very good. It was made by a top chef."

"How good is it?"

Lance leaned forward and carried Yvette to wash up. Lance walked and asked, "Is it better than mine?"

During these few days, Yvette did not even need to use her legs after she went back home at night.

Lance loved to pick Yvette up and carried her.

Yvette wrapped her arms around Lance’s neck and chuckled, "The soup tonight is a little sour."

Lance understood what she meant and smiled lightly.

"Every day, I look forward to your return home, Ms. Lynn. I will definitely think more."

Yvette snorted, "Now you could experience my past feelings."

Lance stopped talking.

He thought, so this is how Yvette felt when she waited for me at home?

It is quite difficult to bear.

Noticing that Lance did not speak, Yvette deliberately raised Lance’s chin with her finger and teased Lance, "Serve me well. I’ll come back early next time after the social engagement."

Lance looked down at her and said in a hoarse voice, "I must serve you well."

Yvette washed her face and brushed her teeth, ready to take a bath.

Usually, if she did not come back too late, she would soak in the bathtub.

Lance was slowly washing up in the bathroom.

Yvette stood and waited for Lance to go out.

However, after washing up, Lance did not go out. Instead, he directly carried Yvette into the bathtub and turned on the shower.

Whoosh.

The water from the shower head wet most of their clothes.

Although the water wasn’t cold, Yvette was shocked. "Lance... The clothes are all wet..."

"Just take them off," Lance said.

Yvette was speechless.

She thought, why take the trouble to do that?

One should take off the clothes when taking a bath.

The water was still gushing out of the shower head, and they were almost soaked.

Yvette was wearing a professional knee-length dress. It looked normal and relatively conservative during the day.

But at that time, Yvette was drenched. The dress outlined her perfect body, extremely tempting.

Lance’s clothes were also wet. His white shirt was soaked and looked almost transparent.

Yvette looked up from Lance’s abdominal muscles... It was extremely attractive.

Yvette blushed and her ears were hot. She pushed Lance uncomfortably. "Let me up."

"Didn’t you ask me to serve you well? I’ll help you take it off." Lance’s voice was sexy and hoarse.

The zipper of Yvette’s clothes was unzipped bit by bit. And the warm water ran over Yvette’s body.

She felt very comfortable.

The mist in the bathroom was filled with ambiguous sounds.

"Oh... Don’t touch there..."

Lance smiled with satisfaction. He raised his head and panted, "Are you satisfied?"

Yvette was so ashamed that she pursed her lips, but her happy voice still came out of her throat.

She was going crazy!

Lance was so energetic when he did not work!

Every day, he had different skills to serve Yvette...

The next day.

Lance woke up very early and prepared everything.

The alarm clock went off and Yvette subconsciously turned it off.

After sleeping for a while, Yvette reflexively sat up.

She had an appointment with an important client this morning and could not be late.

Yvette glanced at the clock. Fortunately, she had not slept for a long time. She still had enough time.

Stepping on her slippers, Yvette went to wash up in a daze.

Lance came in and saw Yvette sleepily putting the toothbrush in her mouth. Lance couldn’t help but smile.

Lance walked forward and supported Yvette with the back of his hand. Lance helped Yvette brush her teeth and carefully wash her face.

Seeing that Yvette was still in a daze, Lance asked gently, "Do you want to sleep a little longer?"

Yvette rested her head on Lance’s shoulder, looked tired, and said, "No. I have an appointment with a client. It’s all your fault..."

Last night, they made out from the bathroom to the front of the mirror and then turned around in bed for a long time...

Yvette felt so exhausted.

Yvette closely leaned on Lance, making Lance feel very good.

Lance’s eyes were flickering, and he smiled faintly, "Oh, it’s my fault. I want to show myself too much."

Yvette blushed and hit Lance on the chest.

Only then did Yvette realize that Lance was wearing a suit and a tie.

"Are you going out?" Yvette asked in surprise.

Lance nodded. "Yes, I’m going back to work."

Yvette turned a little clear. "Is there any result from the investigation?"

"Yes."

Yvette was worried, but she didn’t want to say anything to deflate Lance. She held Lance and said, "I’ll wait for you at home."

At that moment, Lance felt the sentence was very pleasant to the ear. Any other pleasant words could not compare to it.

Lance smiled slightly and kissed Yvette’s forehead. "Just wait for me."

After Yvette arrived at the studio, she was restless all day.

She was very afraid of any bad news.

From time to time, she would browse the news platforms to see if there was any news.

Half a day passed, and the Wolseley Group was still peaceful.

Yvette suppressed her worry and did not disturb Lance.

In the afternoon, Yvette received an order, but not the Wolseley Group’s news.

A customer asked to see Yvette and customized a dress that cost hundreds of thousands of dollars.

It was not unusual for a customer to come to Yvette and customize such an expensive dress.

After all, some customers came for Yvette’s craftsmanship.

Yvette came to the VIP reception room and saw a woman in a red dress sitting with her back to Yvette.

Yvette walked forward and greeted politely, "Nice to meet you. I am the general manager of Lunarc, Yvette Thiel."

The woman turned her head. Yvette found out she was Juliette.

"It’s you?" Yvette frowned.

Juliette snorted slightly, "What poor service! If your studio treats distinguished guests like this, sooner or later, it will go bankrupt!"

Yvette could tell that Juliette was here to cause trouble.

Yvette looked calm. "Ms. Beckford, are you here to customize a dress or to chat? If you want to chat, I’m sorry I won’t keep you company."

"Of course, I’m here to customize a dress," Juliette said with a cold face.

"Okay. Maggie, come and measure this lady. Record her measurements."

"Don’t hurry!"

Juliette slowly sat down. "I haven’t told you my needs yet."

Yvette asked professionally, "Ms. Beckford, what do you need?"

"I want to customize an engagement dress."

Seeing that Yvette was stunned, Juliette was in a good mood.

Juliette touched her belly and said proudly, "If you do well, my wedding dress will also be customized by you!"

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