Secretary's Secret Lover
Chapter 528 I Also Want to Go Home

Chapter 528: Chapter 528 I Also Want to Go Home

Juliette opened her mouth slightly, unable to refute.

What he said was exactly what she thought!

In some sense, they were the same kind of people, and this was on full display at this moment.

In front of him, there really was no need for her to pretend all the time.

Juliette began to consider her own interests.

"Even if you said so, I don’t know whether it is true or not. What if you are lying to me?"

Since they were the same kind of people, Juliette had reason to doubt his honesty. After all, he might change his mind at any time, just like her.

Charlie came well-prepared and immediately took out a certificate from his arms, saying, "Check this."

Juliette looked at the certificate and felt more and more unbelievable.

How could it be...

But there were clues out there, like no wonder Colton had such an attitude toward her. With this certificate, everything seemed to make sense.

"What do you want me to do?"

Juliette had no idea what she could do, but she still softened her tone a little. "What can I do?"

Charlie said casually, "Just cooperate with me at the wedding."

Then, he folded the two reports together and held the windproof lighter so its blue flame could meet the reports. He instantly burned the reports and threw them in the trash can. The pages crinkled and curled and turned to ashes in the fire.

After Charlie left, Juliette sat down on the bed with a thin layer of sweat on her back.

She began to doubt her love for Charlie. If Lance was no longer the man she knew, would she still love him so much?

Did she really love him, or did she just love his status given by the Wolseley Group?

Looking at the ashes in the trash can, Juliette made a decision at this moment.

She sent a message to Charlie. "I can cooperate with you, but I want twenty percent of the Wolseley Group stock."

Obviously, twenty percent of the stock was more attractive than becoming Lance’s wife.

Soon, Juliette received Charlie’s reply. "Okay."

Juliette tightened her grip on her cell phone and called Keith, who was far away in Iceland.

"Keith, I have already transferred the money. I want the Charles family to kill Yvette at all costs after the wedding."

"It seems that you really hate that little girl so much!" Keith smiled gently.

"Not only that, as long as she is alive, I feel like I can’t be happy forever."

Juliette blamed everything that happened to her on Yvette.

Originally, she could have had Lance’s child and become Lance’s legitimate wife. And then, despite Lance’s high status, she would definitely eradicate all obstacles that hindered her position unconditionally.

It was impossible for her to get involved with someone like Charlie.

But because of Yvette, everything had changed.

Juliette had been obsessed with Lance for twenty years. It was true that she loved Lance.

But she loved power, status, and everything she could control more.

Perhaps, she could change the way to control Lance instead of being controlled by Lance.

Just like when she knew that it was impossible to save him, she still fed him the antidote. At that moment, she just wanted Lance to become a living dead and keep her company.

Charlie was right. When Juliette did not want something, she preferred to destroy it rather than give it to anyone else.

"Keith, I only want her to die." Juliette was devoured by envy and hatred.

In Iceland.

Keith suddenly had a strong interest in the girl who was deeply hated by Juliette.

Moreover, Yvette was Alena’s daughter. He had seen the photo of her last time and only remembered that Yvette was very similar to Alena.

What kind of charm Yvette had that even the genius heir of the Wolseley Group found irresistibly attractive?

Keith asked his subordinates to send him Yvette’s video. After a glance, his eyes suddenly widened.

The vivid and lively girl in the video felt very different from the one in the photo he had seen before.

Perhaps because Yvette was very young, she looked more beautiful than Alena.

Besides, when she blinked, there was a sense of familiarity that directly penetrated Keith’s soul, like he had known her long ago.

Keith’s cold heart melted in an instant.

But it was only for an instant.

When he thought that Yvette was the child of Alena and another man, he wanted to let Yvette disappear from this world immediately, so that she would no longer remind him of his failed love!

Then, Keith was vaguely aware of footsteps behind him. Alena’s approaching startled him a bit.

Before he could turn off the video, Alena asked, "Keith, who is this girl?"

Keith was not in a hurry to turn off the video after hearing her words. He showed Alena the video and let her see the girl clearly.

"She is the daughter of my friend," he said.

"Since when did your friend have such a big daughter?" Alena covered her lips in surprise.

Her eyes were still fixed on the girl in the video, and Alena said, "She looked so beautiful. Her eyes are as bright and tender as the moonlight. She is really attractive."

Keith carefully observed Alena’s expression, but he did not find anything wrong.

Alena was effusive in her praise for Yvette’s beauty.

Keith then put his phone aside and smiled casually. "Do you like her eyes?"

"Yes, her eyes are very beautiful."

Keith held Alena’s waist and put her on his lap. He said intimately, "I can get someone to dig her eyes up and make them the toy for you if you like."

"W-what?"

Alena opened her eyes wide and her face turned pale with fright. Her pitiful look was exceptionally charming, causing Keith’s desire to tease her.

Keith noticed the goosebumps on her arms and knew that Alena was really frightened, so he stopped teasing her and said gently, "Take it easy. I was just kidding."

Keith cupped her chin with his hand and kissed her. "If you like, we can have a child."

Hearing this, Alena paled visibly and said in a low voice, "Keith, stop joking."

Sitting on Keith’s lap, Alena felt a bit uncomfortable. She wanted to push him away and stand up.

Keith, however, tightened his grip on her slender waist and didn’t let her go. He said in a low voice, "Alena, I’m not joking. I’m serious."

As he spoke, he pressed her against the sofa and kissed her lips passionately.

"Hmm..."

Alena struggled in a fluster, but with the strength of being bedridden all year round, she naturally couldn’t stop Keith, who trained all year round, from kissing her.

She was so kissed by him that she couldn’t even catch her breath. She thumped his chest, and her voice was trembling. "K-Keith..."

Keith kissed until he was satisfied before he let her go, and Alena finally could breathe, but he still tightly held her waist.

Alena was forced to nestle against his chest, unable to move at all. "Keith, you can’t do this to me..."

"Why not? Alena, I told you that we have already done everything we should do, and there is nothing I can’t do."

Keith was born to be very possessive. Regardless of whether Alena had really lost her memory or not, he wouldn’t miss even a single chance to totally have her.

Moreover, when Alena was in a coma, he suppressed his sexual desires for so long, and he couldn’t endure it anymore.

He slowly undid Alena’s pajamas with his fingers. Alena’s snow-white skin slowly turned light pink, which looked very charming and seductive.

Keith’s voice was hoarse. "It’s been many days since you woke up. I asked the doctor. We can do it now."

Alena was shocked. She trembled and grabbed her pajamas tightly. "Keith, we can’t do it now. Samara... Dr. Platt will be here soon."

Keith untied his shirt and threw it to the ground. His well-defined abs looked very strong.

"It’s fine." He bent down, gently parted Alena’s slender legs, and said hoarsely, "There’s enough time. Let’s do it here first."

...

The private doctor of the Beckford family, Samara, was waiting in the hall for a while.

As arranged, she was supposed to give Alena the treatment at three o’clock in the afternoon, but after a long time, the bedroom door was still not open.

She could only vaguely hear the sound of a woman gasping for breath and a man’s low coaxing voice.

Samara blushed at once.

The sofa was totally a mess. Keith’s shirt and belt, and Alena’s silk pajamas were all wrinkled into a ball and thrown on the ground.

Clearly, it was very intense sex.

Samara had a boyfriend before, so she naturally knew what Keith and Alena in the room were doing now.

However, Samara did not expect that such a cold person like Keith would coax a woman so patiently and gently. "Good girl, baby. Let’s do it again."

Finally, another hour passed before the door slowly opened.

When Keith came out, his hair that had just been washed was still wet. When he saw Samara, he said calmly, "After the treatment, please check Alena’s private parts. She always feels pain when having sex."

Samara blushed. It seemed that Keith really did not treat her as an outsider.

She nodded and turned to let Keith pass first before entering the room.

The room was clean, but the smell of hormones still lingered in the air.

In the middle of the soft bed, a beautiful woman was lying weakly on the bed, with the light gently falling on her back, outlining her curvy and perfect back.

Her back was full of blue and purple bruises as if someone had just pinched her back violently.

Samara knew that they were all love bites at once. They might look a bit scary, but they were actually nothing serious. Moreover, men who had suppressed sexual desires for a long time would all be extremely passionate about sex.

However, Samara was still amazed by Alena’s incomparable beauty in this state.

Samara first examined the wound in her private parts. Alena could not help but let out a moan as soon as Samara parted her legs.

Samara hurriedly apologized, "I’m sorry, Ma’am. Did I hurt you?"

Alena frowned and said, "No."

Samara knew that it must be very painful after she had a look.

The wound...

It was a purely lacerated wound.

It was all because Keith had been too "violent" and urgent just now.

Samara felt sorry for Alena. She said gently, "Ma’am, please bear with it. I will take care of it now."

In fact, Samara had always had a good impression of Alena.

Last time, she happened to see Keith punishing his subordinate who had made a mistake in extremely cruel methods. He forcibly pushed the man’s hand into the masher.

Immediately, she heard a scream and a bloody scene.

Then, she was absent-minded when she gave Alena the treatment. She accidentally made a mistake and scratched Alena’s skin. Keith happened to come in at that time. Samara immediately thought of the way how Keith punished the man outside and trembled with fear.

Everyone knew that Keith was ruthless and would never give anyone a chance to admit their mistake.

And it was the second time that she made a mistake, and her end was likely to be the same as the person who lost his hand forever.

Just as she was in despair, Alena gently held her head with her hand and covered up the bloodstain. She pretended to be uncomfortable and asked Keith to leave first before he found the scratch on her head.

Then, Samara expressed her gratitude to Alena, but Alena just gently said that it was nothing.

Alena even chatted with Samara about daily life and asked her where her hometown was in America. It was really a nice chat at that time.

In order to distract attention from the pain, Alena chatted with Samara again.

However, the way they chatted was very special.

They all wrote the words they wanted to say on a piece of paper.

Alena came up with this idea in order to prevent Keith from noticing something.

She asked curiously, "Dr. Platt, why are you working here for Keith?"

Samara sighed and wrote with her head lowered. "Because if I didn’t work here, my father would come to work here as a doctor. He is too old now and prone to mistakes."

Her father was from Iceland, and Samara had been learning medical science from his father since she was a child, and her mother was from America. Samara’s father met her mother when he went to America to learn more about medical science. They then got to know each other, fell in love, and then they had Samara.

After their marriage, Samara’s father brought her mother and her back to his hometown, Iceland, which was on the other side of the earth.

Iceland had complex terrain. Every big family had their own territory. If someone was careless and stood on the wrong team, it would be fatal.

But for Samara’s parents, who loved each other, it was a blessing for them to be together.

Samara’s father was also tired of the lawlessness of Iceland. He had long decided to take them back to America to live after Samara’s grandfather died.

Compared to Iceland, America was simply a paradise to live in.

No matter how late it was, there was no need for people who went out to worry about being accidentally shot.

Unexpectedly, Keith’s previous private doctor died mysteriously. Then, someone recommended Samara’s father since he had learned both modern medicine and traditional medicine.

Samara’s father did not dare to disobey Keith’s summon and even told Samara’s mother to prepare for his funeral.

It really broke Samara’s heart to see her father this way, so she mustered up the courage to come to Keith early in the morning and recommended herself.

She also used her outstanding medical skills to convince Keith. After Keith agreed to let her stay as his private doctor, Samara told her parents everything.

Her parents were so angry that they even wanted to send Samara back to America, but Samara was unwilling to be a deserter.

She said that she was young, witty, and smarter to handle the crisis than her father. Moreover, since Keith had already decided to let her be his private doctor, it would be useless for her, who had no background, to escape back to America.

"Dr. Platt, do you want to return to America?" Alena looked at Samara gently.

Alena’s question directly touched Samara’s sore spot.

Her nose twitched, and her eyes were red as she wrote. "Yeah, but I know I can’t go back now."

The appointment period for each private doctor of Keith was signed for three years.

There were very few who could survive these three years. Many people could not even live after three years.

Alena blinked her eyes. "Dr. Platt, if you want to leave, I can help you."

Samara opened her eyes wide. "What did you mean?"

She was a little confused. Why did Alena say that she could help her?

Alena quickly wrote on the paper. "I also want to leave, because I..."

She paused for a second and did not write the sentence that she missed her child. Instead, she continued to write. "I also want to go back home."

Samara directly asked in sign language, "Ma’am, does Mr. Beckford refuse to let you leave?"

Alena nodded. Her neat handwriting was deep-grooved, showing her determination. She wrote firmly. "Do you believe me?"

Samara was confused and nodded.

"Go buy a kind of medicine for me, but remember, don’t let Keith know about it."

Otherwise, with Keith’s suspicious character, he would definitely guess what she was trying to do at once.

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