Secretary's Secret Lover
Chapter 52 You Are the Only One

Chapter 52: Chapter 52 You Are the Only One

Yvette couldn’t be more flustered. She hurriedly reached out to press against Lance’s chest.

Perhaps his wound was affected. Lance’s eyes darkened as he frowned.

"Stop moving. That thing isn’t an option now," he said calmly.

Yvette’s face was as reddish as an apple, and she was so shy and irritated.

She wanted to scold him, but she was afraid that Frankie outside the door would hear her, so she could only lower her voice and glare at him while saying, "You bullied me again."

She did not know how charming she was right now with her rosy cheeks and her sweet, soft voice.

Lance felt something, and his eyes went deep.

She was right. If he weren’t injured, he would have bullied her hard by now.

Yvette did not know what he was thinking. Her mind was filled with all the things that happened at the banquet today.

It was a fact that he saved her, but it was also a fact that he pushed her away...

Her eyes dimmed. She couldn’t let go of any of this.

"Slap!"

The sound was neither low nor high. He patted her thigh, making her ears red. She frowned and looked at him. "What are you doing?"

"Bullying you." Lance’s voice was hoarse, and he leaned closer with his lips.

Yvette was like a bunny in front of him, and any resistance she made would be in vain.

Yet she was still stubborn. She turned her head slightly, not letting his lips reach hers.

Lance pinched her chin frivolously, and his eyes became sharper. "What is it? I’m not allowed to touch you?"

He didn’t smile at all. When he put on a poker face, he looked cold and distant.

The atmosphere froze in the blink of an eye.

Suddenly, the phone on the table rang. It was Yvette’s phone.

Yvette reached past him to get her phone. Not wanting to affect his wound, she tried her best to control her body, avoiding touching his.

Yet from Lance’s point of view, she was disgusted by him, and she was refusing him.

His eyes became colder and more terrifying.

Yvette did not know what was going on in Lance’s mind. She glanced at the caller ID and saw it was Ellen. Subconsciously, she felt that right now wasn’t the right time to pick up the call, so she wanted to hang up.

Unexpectedly, Lance spat out coldly, "Pick it up."

Yvette hesitated for a moment, and then she did as she was told.

"Yve, did you get home safely? I heard from Charlie today that..."

"Ellen." Yvette interrupted Ellen abruptly. For some reason, Yvette’s heart suddenly beat fast.

"Yeah?"

"I’m fine. I’m great. I’m going to sleep."

After Yvette finished speaking, she hung up the phone before Ellen could react.

The tense atmosphere in the room gave Yvette goosebumps.

However, there were certain things that couldn’t go away simply because one was trying to avoid them.

Sure enough, Lance’s eyebrows were cold, and he asked with a half-smile, "He cares about you a lot?"

His smile made Yvette inexplicably tremble. She figured that she had better explain certain things to Lance.

His misunderstanding wouldn’t do anyone good, including her and Charlie.

She thought about it and said, "Lance, let’s talk."

Lance stared at her with his pitch-black eyes, remaining silent.

Yvette sat up straight. They were close to each other, and she was petite. It almost looked like she was nestled in his embrace.

She couldn’t have a serious conversation with him in such a position.

Then she ignored the coldness in his eyes and said, "I know you are very concerned about Jaiden’s health. Like you, I also want Jaiden to be well. Since we can’t get a divorce this month, we might as well sign an agreement so that we can get along. Both you and I will abide by it."

"An agreement?" Lance pursed his lips slightly, his face exceptionally cold.

"Yes," Yvette continued. "First of all, we need to keep our distance. After all, given our relationship, some things will be improper for us to do now. You don’t want Yazmin to be sad, do you?"

Lance did not say anything. He just looked at her coldly.

"Second, we will not interfere with each other. I will not ask you about your personal affairs, and I expect you to return the favor. Of course, you can’t threaten people around me as you please.

"And the third is..."

Yvette hesitated for a moment. Then she said, "Please don’t have kids before we’re officially divorced. It will be too much for me, and I don’t think Jaiden and others can accept it as well. Just ... use protection, OK?"

It was a bit embarrassing to say, but Yvette still had to make it clear.

She didn’t want her baby to have a father who was her husband while having a baby with some other woman.

Though she wouldn’t tell her baby who the father was.

Lance coldly said, "What about the fourth one? Let me help you there. I will give you my blessing. How does that sound?"

Yvette frowned. "Charlie and I..."

Lance didn’t wait for her to finish speaking. He coldly interrupted her, "Did you ever wonder what would happen if Grandpa found out? You no longer care about Grandpa’s well-being just because of him?"

She was dumbfounded.

She thought, his accusation is so harsh.

I don’t get it. I do nothing but socialize with others normally. How come I suddenly become a threat to Jaiden’s health?

Jaiden never restricts me from hanging out with my friends.

Forget it. I don’t want to argue with him. For now, the important thing is to make compromises and solve the problem.

"He won’t know if you keep your mouth shut. Relax. I will do the same regarding your matter with Yazmin. I won’t tell Jaiden!"

Lance sneered.

For the first time, he felt that her thoughtfulness could be this annoying.

Yvette did not know what he was thinking, yet she saw that he had pulled a long face. She then remembered what Marvin had said about his injury.

She did not want him to be angry, so she said in a low voice, "I’m leaving."

Just as she was about to get up, Lance suddenly pulled her into his embrace from behind. He used his fingers to grab her chin, forcing her to turn around.

"You’re in my bed already. Forget about leaving."

As he spoke, he lowered his head and bit her lips without mercy.

Yvette’s back was pressed against his chest, while her face was pinched high by him. She was forced to kiss him. Such a position made her very uncomfortable.

She moaned and did not dare to exert force, but she still resisted.

But on no ground would he allow her to interrupt him at this time.

He tightened his grip and stirred the tip of his tongue, sucking all the air out of her mouth.

Yvette’s face was flushed. She held her breath to the point of almost crying.

She wanted to reach out to punch him, but she was worried about his wound, so she could only pinch his arm hard.

He was in pain from being pinched. However, he ignored the pain and continued to kiss her forcefully.

Yvette’s tears fell fast and rapidly, gradually streaming down her face.

Lance’s heart ached. He let go of her and said in a hoarse voice, "Honey..."

Yvette was stunned by such an address. Even her tears paused.

She thought, he rarely calls me this...

If memories serve correctly, he only whispered it in my ear on our wedding night when he was turned on. At that time, his voice was so hoarse...

Why did he call me this again right now? What did he mean?

Lance held her in his arms and sighed, "Be good. I’m still in pain."

There was something in his voice. He sounded aggrieved.

Yvette was silent. It was the first time she had seen him with such emotions.

Her heartstrings were inadvertently tugged at.

The moment she went quiet, Lance kissed her again. This time, he kissed her gently.

He kissed her forehead, and then the tip of her nose, her lips, and her neck...

After kissing her attentively, he said seriously, "I have never kissed any other woman."

His hand was restless. He grabbed her hand and reached down. Looking at the panicking Yvette, he said evilly, "And here. You are the only one."

"What?"

Yvette was in a daze. Her brain stopped functioning.

She was a mess right now. She completely ignored his fingers, which continued to be restless.