Secretary's Secret Lover
Chapter 567 Who Do You Want to Marry?

Chapter 567: Chapter 567 Who Do You Want to Marry?

Yvette opened her eyes.

In an instant, she met a pair of eyes.

In those eyes, pupils were shining like stars in the sky. They were charming and attractive.

And except for those beautiful eyes, that handsome face was even more familiar.

In that instant, Yvette’s mind went blank.

She blinked her eyes hard, thinking that she had an illusion.

How could the man who was thousands of miles away suddenly appear in front of her?

Their eyes met. She wanted to say something, but she could not.

The two stared at each other. No one said a word.

Yvette even felt that she was dreaming, but this dream was too real.

This man’s image was too real.

"How did you get here..."

Before she could finish speaking, Yvette was grabbed by the man and pulled to the window.

The real feeling made Yvette know that this was not a dream.

Lance was here.

He arrived at her wedding.

Suddenly, she was covered by a long coat. Then, she heard a crashing sound.

It was the sound of glass shattering.

Before Yvette could say anything, she was lifted by Lance.

She felt that after she was lifted over a high object, Lance carried her.

However, this posture made her uncomfortable and the trip bumpy.

Her head was covered and she could not see anything. She could only grab Lance’s arm and shake it in panic.

"Lance, what are you doing?"

Just as she was feeling uneasy, Lance gently put her down. Beneath her was a soft cushion.

The coat was taken off by him. Yvette opened her eyes and saw herself sitting in a car.

There was some blood on Lance’s arm. He seemed to have been scratched when he jumped out of the window just now.

Yvette looked around and found that not far behind the window of the makeup room was the parking lot for guests.

A locked all served as the separation.

But it was opened.

It must have been opened by Lance.

"Lance, what are you doing?" she asked in a panic.

Lance said concisely, "Take you away."

"What?"

Yvette thought she had heard wrongly, or Lance was joking.

Otherwise, how could he say such crazy words?

Did he think it was normal to snatch the bride away?

"Lance, don’t joke around. I want to go back."

She felt that Lance had an oppressive aura that was about to crush her.

She didn’t want to provoke Lance, but she couldn’t let him go crazy.

"Go back. I will ask Stephen to give the order to let you go."

Today’s wedding was only for invited people.

Ever since Rod died, the two great clans of Iceland felt the terrifying strength of people from New York and enhanced their security.

Unless offended, they would not take the initiative to invade.

After all, the power of people from New York was as strong as that of a country, so they would not take the initiative to mess with any one of them.

But if people from other countries came to their territory to provoke them, they would not let them off.

Otherwise, Iceland would become a joke. It would not even have the ability to defend itself.

Therefore, Yvette was quite worried about Lance’s situation. After all, he was not invited. This was trespassing.

If he was caught, he would be in great trouble.

She looked at the wound on his arm. It was still bleeding. She felt heartache. She tore a piece of the wedding dress and handed it over. She asked, "Your arm is bleeding. Do you want to bandage it?"

Lance still did not say a word and just stared at her.

Yvette felt a pain in her heart and thought that since she already showed concern, she might as well help him bandage his arm.

"I will help you bandage it. Go back after it’s done, okay?"

Yvette sounded like she negotiating with her. Seeing that Lance did not refute, she thought that he agreed with her.

She loosened his sleeve, rolled it up, and then took a tissue. She wiped the blood on his arm and bandaged it.

The space in the car was narrow, and Yvette’s wedding dress was large. It was almost pasted on Lance.

She focused on bandaging his arm. After putting the gauze around it, she tied a beautiful knot.

After wrapping Lance’s arm up, she found that his arm was much thinner than before.

Did Lance recuperate properly? How could he make himself so miserable?

However, Yvette knew the importance of the wedding. She had to hurry back before others found out that she was missing.

Only then would it not cause any commotion.

She wanted to let go of Lance’s arm, but Lance suddenly pulled her, and then, she was held tightly in his arms.

Yvette’s heart was thumping, and she was flustered and at a loss as to what to do when she was hugged by Lance.

This embrace was as warm and strong as before.

Her nose was filled with Lance’s familiar scent, which calmed her down.

In a daze, Yvette felt as if she had returned to the time when they were in deep love.

At that time, there was no Yazmin, no Juliette, and no Charlie.

There were only she and him. In the morning of working days, Lance would hug her without letting go.

At this moment, she wanted to indulge herself in his hug.

She did not think about the so-called curse and fate, nor did she think about those hurtful things. She simply enjoyed this hard-won hug.

Just five minutes. She thought. She would only indulge herself for five minutes.

After five minutes, the two would return to their own lives.

It was quiet in the car.

The two just hugged each other. Neither of them spoke as if they were afraid of breaking a fragile mirror that was placed between them.

But time always passed quickly, and five minutes passed in the blink of an eye.

Yvette was like Cinderella who had to rush back. She pushed Lance away in a panic and said, "Go."

She was now targeted by a killer.

If Lance was by her side, he would be in danger again.

She couldn’t be so selfish. He had risked his life many times for her.

This time, he almost died.

Perhaps it was as Juliette said, their fate was incompatible, and they would only bring misfortune to each other.

Seeing that she pushed him away without hesitation and kept asking him to leave, Lance had dim eyes.

"Don’t you have anything to say to me?" he asked.

Yvette bit her lip and said, "No."

She did not like to beat around the bust. Since she had decided, she couldn’t look back.

"Do you really have nothing to say to me?"

There was an unspeakable sadness in Lance’s eyes.

Yvette’s heart sank when she saw this, but it only lasted for a moment before she looked down and said indifferently, "Thank you for coming to my wedding. However, Iceland is now in a special time. Please forgive me for not being able to invite you to my wedding."

Yvette had selfish motives.

She experienced what it felt like to see the person she loved wear wedding clothes to marry someone else.

Similarly, standing on the stage in a wedding dress, she would see the person she liked below the stage as a guest. This feeling was no better.

Therefore, she refused to experience it.

It didn’t matter if people said that she was selfish or avoiding it. In short, since she had decided to cut off from Lance, she had to be determined.

"I have to go back. Mr. Wolseley, you should know the Parker family. I advise you not to do such a dangerous thing."

Lance ignored Yvette’s advice.

He slowly reached out her hand and caressed Yvette’s beautiful face. "Yvette, you are lying to me."

Yvette stared into his eyes. They almost sucked her in.

She tried her best to cover her emotions, not letting her show any signs of weakness.

If they stayed any longer, they would both be in danger.

She pretended to be impatient and said, "Lance, why should I lie to you? Just like what you saw, I want to get married."

"You are not sincere."

Lance suddenly lifted her chin and kissed her delicate lips domineeringly without hesitation.

"Ugh... Lance..."

Yvette’s voice was muted by Lance. He pinched her jaw and pressed his body close to her to deepen the kiss.

Yvette instinctively raised her hands to push him away, but Lance grabbed her with one hand.

Her hands struggled violently. She could break free from Lance’s restraint, but after touching a touch of wetness, she stopped struggling.

She remembered that his arm was injured.

The wetness she had just felt should be the blood that soaked the gauze.

When she thought of this, her heart softened. She could not bear to touch Lance’s wound again.

Lance took this chance to wrap restrain Yvette even more domineeringly as he madly and fiercely kissed her. He easily opened her lips and intertwine his tongue with hers.

In the face of Lance’s strength, Yvette had no power to resist.

In her heart, she was angry at Lance because he actually kissed her in such a situation.

She was now someone else’s bride.

Even if she didn’t have feelings for her husband, Lance didn’t know!

To Lance, Yvette’s resistance was like a tickle, unable to affect him in the slightest.

She couldn’t stand exhaustion, so she could only give up struggling.

But this was like a signal. Lance kissed her even more madly as if he wanted to make up for their separate time with kissing.

"Ugh..."

Yvette was kissed until she was short of breath, and she moaned in discomfort.

This sound was more effective than struggle. No matter how reluctant Lance was, he had to let go of her lips and let her breathe.

However, Lance still held her in his arms and did not want to let go. But his movements were gentle because he was afraid of hurting the baby.

Yvette regained her breath and some strength.

She immediately reached out to push Lance away, but he grabbed her hands.

His eyes were bloodshot from the madness, and his voice was cold. "You even pregnant with my child. Who do you want to marry?"

Because of this sentence, Yvette’s muffled mind became clear.

She had to protect the child and prevent Lance from being hurt.

She took a deep breath and said coldly, "This baby will be mine. I’m not your wife. I can marry anyone I want."

Lance was severely hurt by the indifference in her eyes.

He had just tasted her sweetness, but how did she suddenly become so alienated from him?

His voice was low and cold, and he said word by word, "I won’t allow it."

Yvette sneered, "I don’t need your permission, Mr. Wolseley. My marriage is real!"

She seemed to imply Lance’s fake wedding. Her hatred for that matter was made obvious.

Lance stared at her and said in a low voice, "I faked the wedding because of you..."

"Mr. Wolseley!"

Yvette interrupted him coldly and said, "I don’t need you to love me in the name of your concern for me. I don’t need such love. Do you understand?"

Lance’s face turned pale in an instant.

Yvette didn’t stop. Every word she said was cruel. "So, when you made that choice, we were finished."

"No, Yvette, we are not finished."

Lance held her hand tightly with red eyes as if he would cry the next second. "I don’t agree."

"Mr. Wolseley, do you know how much pain I suffered back then?" Yvette cried out with tears in her eyes.

"In your plan of protecting me, the injuries I suffered were real.

"Even if I knew your secret and your concern for me, so what?

"I can’t persuade myself to love you again. I want to live a peaceful life and find a husband who won’t hurt me. Can you understand?"

When Yvette said these words, she was sincere. She felt that her moods were contradictory.

On one hand, she was grateful for what Lance had done to her.

But once she recalled the days when she was hurt by his plan, she was in pain and did not want to forgive him.

Moreover, a relationship brought pain and harm to both of them. Did that mean that this was not a good relationship?

Perhaps, taking this opportunity to cut off their relationship was not a bad thing.

It would be good for both of them.

She could not be as desperate as him. She was about to have three babies. She had to protect her life and take responsibility for every child.

Lance also had a heavy responsibility and could not always be in danger because of her.

Yvette convinced herself that it was a mistake for them to be together and that the mistake should end there.

In this life, they were not fated to be together...

Lance was silent. His handsome face was deathly pale.

It was as if someone had dug a hole in his heart.