Secretary's Secret Lover
Chapter 602 He Was Scared

Chapter 602: Chapter 602 He Was Scared

This fragrance belonged to that man. Could it be—

She turned pale and rushed to the windowsill.

She saw a man lying on the ground. The big pool of blood dyed his surroundings red, and she couldn’t see anything else.

"Marlon..."

She was about to shout when she heard a familiar voice, ’Don’t you give me a hand?’

Yvette Thiel looked aside and saw Lance Wolseley. He stood beside the cross next to the church, crossly holding his hands in his chest and looking at her.

Yvette Thiel blinked her eyes hard twice.

It was not an illusion. It was him!

He rushed over and pushed Keith Beckford out of the attic!

Yvette Thiel looked at the platform that was more than ten meters high and then looked at the man next to her. She couldn’t say a word.

"It’s so dangerous. He is crazy."

Marlon Lynn had already come up. He pushed Yvette Thiel away and dragged the man in.

After landing safely, Marlon Lynn took a long sigh of relief and said, "we are lucky to succeed."

It was their plan. One of them attracted Keith Beckford’s attention downstairs, and the other sneakily attacked.

This plan was too dangerous!

She said, "Marlon, Mom is...."

Before she could finish her sentence, Marlon Lynn interrupted her. "Don’t be nervous. We’ve found her. She’s been sent to the hospital for an examination. We can visit her later."

Yvette Thiel hid Alena Thiel in the bushes near the car. As the saying goes, the most dangerous place is the safest place.

She left traces on the road to guide Keith Beckford to the church. She tried her best.

The rest would be left to God.

She knew that Marlon would come to save her.

However, she didn’t expect Lance Wolseley to be here.

Yvette Thiel’s heart was still beating wildly. Looking at the cane on the ground, she could imagine how scared the man was.

She hadn’t cried in the face of death, but now she was crying.

"Marlon, are you crazy? You asked him to do such a dangerous thing."

Lance Wolseley’s legs were still weak. If something went wrong, he would be the person sleeping in the pool of blood below.

Marlon Lynn was stunned. He didn’t expect that Lance Wolseley would rush down with Keith Beckford in his arms at that critical moment.

They planned to launch a sneak attack, but at that moment, Keith Beckford was a madman and no one could predict whether he would throw Yvette Thiel out the window.

If he were there, he would do the same thing!

Therefore, Marlon Lynn did not defend himself and said, "It’s all my fault."

Seeing that she was crying, Lance Wolseley reached out his hands and wanted to hug her, but he was a little timid when he was right in front of her.

"Never do such dangerous things again!"

Yvette Thiel was angry. She suddenly got up and intended to go downstairs.

However, she got up so quickly that her blood rushed up. She blacked out and fell to the ground.

"Yvette Thiel!" The two men exclaimed at the same time.

Lance Wolseley caught her with one hand, and Marlon Lynn quickly reached out to take her and said, "Go to the hospital."

When they went downstairs, the police sirens were blaring, and the assistant of Marlon Lynn stayed to cooperate with the law enforcement department.

The man on the ground was lying in the blood with his eyes wide open. He died with a grievance.

No one turned around to look at him. For people like him, even death would not expiate all his crimes

In the hospital,

Yvette Thiel had a bad dream.

In her dream, the man fell from the windowsill. She chased after him, only seeing a bloody body on the ground.

"No!" she cried out painfully.

She looked heart-broken and was crying, Lance Wolseley called her repeatedly, "Yvette Thiel, Yvette Thiel...."

When Yvette Thiel heard the sound, she slowly opened her eyes. After seeing the man in front of her, she sat up and hugged him tightly.

She sobbed and said, "Lance Wolseley, I’m so happy that you’re fine."

The man also hugged her tightly and then lightly patted her trembling back.

"I’m fine, I’m fine...."

He comforted her in a soft voice over and over again until Yvette Thiel gradually calmed down.

She sobbed and stammered, "How can you... do such a dangerous thing? Don’t do it again...."

Lance Wolseley tidied up her messy hair by her ear and said with gentle eyes, "Look, I’m all right."

It seemed that he didn’t take her words seriously, Yvette Thiel suddenly felt upset. "If you do it again, I will never talk to you. I’m not joking!"

Lance Wolseley nodded and said, "I promise you, I’ll be more careful next time."

"It excepts all the things related to Yvette Thiel", he said in his heart.

It was the only thing he could not guarantee. He could not calm down when it came to anything related to her.

When she was not by his side, he felt uneasy from moment to moment

He suddenly asked her, "Yvette Thiel, are you willing to be with me?"

’Be with me’, these words seemed to have endless magic power.

When she heard it again, Yvette Thiel’s eyes turned red.

The other meaning of being together was to share happiness and woe.

Since he came back, this man had shouldered all the sufferings alone.

He had never let her have a taste of bitterness.

How could she not fall in love with such a man once again?

Perhaps it was wrong to say that she fell in love with him again. They had always loved each other from the beginning to the end.

Yvette Thiel’s heart was full of joy and sadness.

She whispered, "Actually...."

She finally told him the truth. "My marriage is fake."

"I know," the man replied gently.

Yvette Thiel’s eyes open wide. "How did you know?"

"Marlon told me," Lance Wolseley replied.

Yvette Thiel was stunned.

She didn’t know whether to call Marlon a stupid teammate or a good helper.

She said, "You already knew, but why didn’t you...."

She stopped talking, Lance Wolseley asked, "What?"

Yvette Thiel’s ears turned red, she wanted to ask how he bears it and not show any sign.

But on second thought, the reason why he pretend not to know was that he found that he didn’t like her so much?

Yvette Thiel was annoyed and unconfident and asked, "Do you have the same feelings for me as before?"

Perhaps this man’s words ’be with me’ are for the sake of the babies and having a complete family.

It was not because he still liked her and wanted to be with her.

Yvette Thiel was afraid that she misunderstood him, if Lance Wolseley didn’t love her anymore.

Then she would hide her love. She could love someone, but she didn’t want to love someone without confidence like before.

Lance Wolseley grabbed her hand and pressed it against his heart. Then he said, "Listen, don’t you feel anything?"

The man’s heart was beating fast.

Every beat was like thunder striking a drum as if it could jump into her palm in the next second.

"It doesn’t mean that you love me. Maybe your heart is just beating too fast, and you need to find a doctor...."

Before she finished her last word, the man suddenly leaned over and kissed her.

As soon as their lips touched, there seemed to be magic that kept them together.

The underfloor heating seemed to add more heat for lips and tongues to rub together.

There was more ambiguous air in the room.

The man put his strong palm into Yvette Thiel’s back hair and rubbed it slowly, making her fall into his control slowly.

The kiss was warm and peaceful at the beginning, but now it had became heavy and is full of strength.

Yvette Thiel was so excited that she could not help herself. She made a sound unconsciously....

The kiss became more intense. If it weren’t for her newly recovered body, he would want to continue it for a little longer.

When Lance Wolseley let go of her, her body went limp and half of her body was leaning against his palm.

Her face with a beautiful blush is as beautiful as a peach stained with dew.

Lance Wolseley’s outstanding mandibular line tightened and his Adam’s apple bobbed. "Do you know now? I don’t need a doctor."

"I really want you, all the time," he said.

"You’re talking nonsense again." Yvette Thiel was so embarrassed that she left his palm and scolded him with a red face.

The man smiled slightly and said in a low voice, "I’m not talking nonsense. Although it’s cheesy, you’re the only one in my life who can make me impulsive."

As he spoke, he pulled her back into his embrace by his strong arms.

Yvette Thiel with red cheeks rested on his shoulder like a child.

In a long silence, Lance Wolseley spoke slowly in a deep and magnetic voice.

"Yvette Thiel, for so many years, I have been losing you again and again. Until I was told that my life had entered the countdown, I subconsciously wanted to do something for you, something I thought was good for you. I thought that removing your worries and leaving all the wealth to you and babies was good for you."

"At that time, I wanted to push you away, but I ignored your feelings. In fact, I feel so painful every day, but I didn’t realize that I was wrong. I felt that I was painful enough to punish myself."

"It wasn’t until you treated me the same way as I did that I could realize how you felt at that time. It is hardly wished to live.

"When I saw you choose someone else, I persuaded myself to sacrifice my own feelings. As long as you are happy, everything will be fine. But when your amniotic fluid broke and you fell unconscious before giving birth, my first thought was that if you were gone, there would be one more person who disappeared in the world."

Lance Wolseley indeed thought so.

If Yvette Thiel couldn’t make it that time, he might arrange a place for himself next to her tomb after finishing her funeral.

He had the same thought when he gave his blood to her.

If Yvette Thiel went, there was no meaning for him to live in this world. Unknowingly, Lance Wolseley had made himself an accessory of Yvette Thiel.

Before he met Yvette Thiel, it was impossible for Lance Wolseley to imagine that he would fall in love with someone like this. He wanted to be good to her and give up everything for her, but he wanted to keep her all to himself countless times.

He became generous and selfish.

"Yvette Thiel, I was still in a dilemma yesterday. I wanted you to see clearly that what you could give me was not pity, but pure love. But after last night, when I smashed the door and saw you curled up there. I’m still scared. Even if you sit here safe and sound now, I’m still scared. I’m scared that...."

At this poit, the man paused, as if he wanted to eliminate the bitterness in his voice.

"I’m scared that if I don’t find you, or if I’m late, what will happen..."

"I want to tell you that I want to be with you, even if you do that out of pity, I will do my best to protect you and the babies."

Lance Wolseley knew that his words were a slap in his face considering what he had done before.

He asked her if she pitied him, but what was he doing now?

He was begging her to pity him.

Because he loved her so much that he could let go of everything, including the self-esteem he cared about the most.

He opened his heart, showed his weakness, and surrendered to her.

"Yvette Thiel, I know I’m selfish, but I want to ask you..."

The man’s low and hoarse voice sounded a little trembling. "Be with me again."

The room was silent.

Mingyan felt that the man’s body was trembling.

She could feel that he was scared.

Yvette Thiel was reflecting on what he was scared of.

It was that her love was not obvious that this high-spirited man became so unconfident.

Yvette Thiel put her arms around his waist and touched his bulging shoulder blades. He was so thin, and there were all kinds of scars on his thin body that had been caused for protecting her.

The thought made her heart ache.

The man who had not received a reply for a long time slowly loosened his arms on her body.

He adjusted his breathing, exhaling and moving forward slowly. He tried his best to say in a calm tone, "Yvette Thiel, doesn’t be stressed. Even if you refuse me, it doesn’t matter. This is your right. It means you can freely control your soul and won’t be controlled. I’m fine..."

No one knew how much his heart ached when he said those words.

If he couldn’t even beg for mercy, he would lose his courage in life.

Just as he slowly loosened his arms, the person who had been silent suddenly raised her head and held him tightly with both hands.

A pious kiss fell on his lips.

Then, the kiss twisted down and landed on the man’s protruding Adam’s apple.

Lance Wolseley’s body tensed up subconsciously, and his body rose and fell restlessly. He suddenly held her hand that was unbuttoning his shirt and said in a hoarse voice, "Lance Wolseley, you..."

Lance Wolseley looked up at him with tears in her eyes. "Lance, I’m more selfish than you. I want to monopolize you. That’s what I’ve been thinking since we first got together."

"I was jealous of your past with other women, and I was jealous that you cared about other women. At that time, you were the only one in my world, but I was not the only one for you. I was jealous and helpless. Divorce was an explanation for my shattered dignity."

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