Secretary's Secret Lover
Chapter 499 I Miss Him

Chapter 499: Chapter 499 I Miss Him

Yvette slept for a long time in a daze.

In her dream, she had been wandering in the endless sea, looking around blankly.

The sea was very dark and cold. There was no light at all.

She swam very tired, lost, and helpless.

Every time she felt that she had reached her limit and was about to give up, a voice would call out to her.

"Yvette..."

The surroundings were still dark.

However, Yvette could hear that this was the voice she was looking for.

Yvette pulled herself together again and wanted to go upstream. Finally, she saw a glimmer of light.

Yvette swam toward the beam of light.

The sound of the opening door woke Yvette, who had been asleep for a long time.

Yvette slowly opened her eyes and felt that her head was extremely dizzy.

When her vision was still blurry, she saw a tall and handsome figure walking toward her.

The man’s deep eyes shocked Yvette.

Her tears poured down uncontrollably like a downpour.

"Lance..."

Yvette struggled to get up and desperately wanted to rush over.

Lance pulled her in his arms and said, "Be careful."

Yvette buried her head in his chest and held him tightly.

There were many things Yvette wanted to say.

But Yvette couldn’t say a word.

Lance gently patted her back. His tone was magnetic. Lance said, "Why did you lose weight again? You didn’t eat obediently, did you?"

Yvette couldn’t say anything. She just embraced Lance and cried.

Lance sighed helplessly. He said, "Yvette, you have to be strong. Do you understand?"

Yvette shook her head.

Yvette wanted to say, "I don’t have to be strong. As long as you are here..."

But Yvette’s throat seemed to be blocked and she could not say anything.

Lance lowered his head and gently wiped away Yvette’s tears with his thumb. Lance said gently, "Don’t cry. Your eyes have turned into walnuts from crying."

Yvette wanted to show a smile, but she could not stop her tears.

"Yvette, I don’t want to leave you alone," Lance said.

Yvette trembled all over.

Yvette seemed to understand something.

Yvette clenched her fists, but she could not grasp anything.

Yvette watched as Lance walked further and further away until he completely disappeared.

Yvette could no longer see Lance.

"Lance!"

Yvette finally shouted.

However, there was nothing in front of Yvette except the snow-white walls and the cold air.

Nothing, nothing.

"Yvette!" A familiar voice sounded.

Yvette turned her head mechanically, and the one who pushed the door open was Ellen.

Ellen rushed over and held Yvette tightly. She cried, "You finally woke up..."

Yvette’s body was thin. Yvette was so thin that it made Ellen sad.

After holding her tightly for a long time, Ellen finally let go of Yvette.

Ellen said to Yvette, "Your brother is back. Oh, Belle was brought by Kamila. I don’t know yet..."

Yvette listened quietly and asked after a long while, "How long have I been asleep?"

Ellen was stunned. She did not expect Yvette would ask this first.

"Seven days."

Yvette blinked lightly.

Yvette had only slept for seven days. But Yvette felt like a long time had passed.

Later, Marlon came in to take a look. He found that Ellen was helping Yvette wash. Then, he left.

Ellen took a warm towel to wipe Yvette’s face. Yvette had always been very calm and cooperated obediently.

Yvette was too quiet, making people feel inexplicably distressed.

In this way, Yvette was very obedient to eating and drinking medicine. She stayed in the hospital for another week.

During this period, Kamila brought Belle to see Yvette, and everyone told Belle that Yvette only had a small illness.

Belle was also very well-behaved. She did not make a fuss and brought some fruit for Yvette before going home.

Soon, Yvette also went home and went to work normally.

For some reason, the Wolseley Group did not announce any news to the public.

As for this kind of news, managers of the Wolseley Group had their considerations and would not announce it immediately.

It was at West Lake Villa.

Marlon came over at noon with a document in his hand.

Marlon looked at Yvette, who was busy cooking tea and serving fruits. Marlon could not tell how he felt.

It was half a month after Yvette woke up.

Yvette did not even mention Lance and did not even ask.

The more Yvette was like this, the more worried Marlon felt.

When Yvette brought the tea over, he said, "Yvette, let’s talk."

Yvette saw the familiar handwriting on the document and her hand could not help but pause.

Yvette said softly, "Marlon, I will prepare some other fruit for you."

Yvette did not want to talk about it.

But Marlon could not let Yvette do this.

Marlon held Yvette’s arm and pressed her down on the sofa. He said solemnly, "I won’t eat anything. Sit down."

Perhaps because Marlon used much force, Yvette swayed unsteadily.

Marlon immediately squatted down and asked with concern, "Did I hurt you?"

"No."

Yvette sat there blankly. In less than half a month, she was as thin as a paper person. Her chin was sharp and thin. The wind could blow her down.

Marlon looked at Yvette more and felt more distressed.

"Yvette, he left this for you."

Marlon handed the document to Yvette.

Yvette gently opened the file bag, and the word surprised Yvette, making her fingers tremble. It was Lance’s will.

There were just several thin pieces of paper. But Yvette couldn’t hold them.

The person who made the will: "Lance Wolseley, male, born on December 25th in...

"Apart from the extra part which was given to Tanya, the rest of the property was allocated to my beloved Yvette Thiel..."

Marlon had always been a straight man and did not know how to comfort people.

In his way, Marlon said, "Yvette, there are people in the Wolseley Group who spread the rumor that Lance died. I also received news that Colton will hold a press conference tomorrow morning and announce the news that Lance died in an accident. It is said that his next move is to directly make Charlie get on that position."

Marlon unconsciously clenched his fingers and said, "This is what Lance left for you and Belle, including the shares. How do you want to deal with it? I will support you unconditionally."

With Yvette’s current state, Marlon knew that she definitely couldn’t deal with these things.

In the entire company, Frankie was the only one who was left to support the company, and he was doing his best to punish the person who made the rumors.

But Colton seemed to have gotten a video of Lance being killed in the explosion. So, Colton was so fearless that he wanted to hold a press conference.

Yvette didn’t say anything.

Yvette’s hands were shaking, and her tears fell on the paper. But there was no sound.

Marlon saw her like this. He also felt sad.

Suddenly, Yvette revealed a painful expression and reached out to hold the position of her heart tightly.

Marlon panicked. He quickly squatted down and patted Yvette’s back. He asked, "Yvette, are you feeling unwell?"

"Marlon, he is not dead."

Yvette grabbed Marlon’s arm tightly and tried her best not to cry out loud, but she could not help it.

Marlon was at a loss and his eyes were also wet. He did not know how to comfort Yvette.

For half a month, Yvette promised Lance that she would be strong, but at this moment, she completely collapsed.

Yvette thought that she should be strong, living well, and obediently eating.

Maybe, Lance would suddenly come back.

But there was nothing.

It was just as everyone had said.

Lance left, completely and thoroughly.

During this half a month, Yvette didn’t dare to think about Lance at all.

Yvette didn’t dare to think about what kind of mood Lance had to replace her at that moment.

And what kind of reluctance was there in that light kiss on her forehead...

When Yvette let herself think about it, Yvette felt as if her heart had been hollowed out.

All that was left was the wind blowing through her heart, leaving behind an empty echo.

Yvette’s fingers gripped the will tightly, and she bent down in pain, wailing.

"Marlon, I don’t believe it.

"Marlon, I miss him so much."

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