Secretary's Secret Lover Chapter 522 I Want You to Swear

Lance strode towards the parking lot. He started to feel a little unwell.

He had been sitting here for too long that he had missed the ti for the dicinal bath.

When Frankie was waiting in the car, he received a text ssage. It was from an unfamiliar number.

Miriam: "Frankie, I am Miriam Patterson. This is my number. Thank you very much. I will treat you to a al soday."

Frankie frowned and blacklisted the number.

He saw Lance coming out of the corner of his eye and quickly got out of the car to open the door for him.

The mont his fingers touched the door handle, Frankie said in a low voice, "Soone is following."

Lance’s expression beca serious for a second. He didn’t say a word and prepared to get in the car.

Behind him, soone called out to him, "Lance!"

He had just turned around when soone pounced on him. He slled the fragrance.

Yvette buried her head in his chest, slling his shirt. There was a faint scent of herbs from his cold body.

Everything was reasonable!

So, the person who was holding her in the club just now was him!

She raised her head and saw that Lance was looking at her. His eyes were calm, and there was no emotion in them.

Yvette confird her conjecture. Her heart was pounding, and her eyes were red because of excitent.

"Lance."

She called out to him softly, her arms still around him. She did not let go and asked him, "It was you. It was you just now, right?"

Frankie had already left and retreated.

Lance’s handso face was indifferent, still expressionless. But Yvette could not help crying.

She didn’t want to hear his hurtful words. Her eyes were wet and blurred. She couldn’t see Lance’s cold face, but the physical contact was real.

There were so many clues. How could she believe that he didn’t want her?

She grabbed his shirt tightly and sobbed, "Belle said you didn’t push her that day. You wanted to prevent her from hitting the corner of the table. Sorry, I misunderstood you. But can you tell that you have a reason? Just respond to and give a hint. I am going to lose hope..."

Yvette’s eyes were red and swollen from crying, but it did not affect her beauty at all. The dim light from the street lamps made her look even more pitiful, like a pure white lily that had fallen to the ground.

"Hint?"

Lance chuckled without moving his lips. "What do you want to hear?"

Yvette was startled, but when she cald down, she realized that Lance was looking at her as if he was looking at a lunatic.

He didn’t push her away, nor did he resist. The corners of his lips curled up in a gentle and proud manner. "Pretty girls do have a special charm under the light. Ms. Thiel, you can tell what you want to hear. I can say it."

Yvette’s lips moved. She wanted to speak, but her mouth seed to be sealed. She couldn’t open his mouth.

Lance looked at her as if he was looking at an idiot. He said unhurriedly, "My mother is still sick. I didn’t want to see blood, so I pushed your daughter away. I didn’t expect you to think so much. It’s a pity that you are not a writer."

Lance’s eyes were sharp and woke Yvette up. Her fingers that were gripping his shirt were trembling slightly.

"As for the hug, it is ridiculous. I did hold a woman, but the people at the scene all knew who I was holding."

Lance sized her up with his deep, dark eyes and said lightly, "Ms. Thiel, you look unwell. Didn’t you sleep well? So you thought too much?"

These words seed to have shown his concern. But he seed to be mocking her.

He pushed away Yvette’s hand holding his waist bit by bit. He exerted a lot of strength, and it hurt.

Then, he said word by word as if he was insulting her, "Ms. Thiel, love may die. Is it so hard to break up with dignity and not pester ?"

Yvette’s hand hurt, and there were two voices in her heart.

The positive one told her that she had to be firm, follow her heart, and try to understand him.

Perhaps what he endured was worse than she imagined.

But the negative voice had been shaking her. It told her that their love had gone and that she should not pester him for a misunderstanding.

In the end, she still wanted to be brave again, just like a drowning person grasping the only straw.

She did not want to give up so easily.

She grabbed the arm of Lance, who was about to turn around and get into the car. She said firmly, "Lance, I want you to swear."

Impatience flashed across Lance’s eyes as if he could not stand her childishness.

Yvette knew that she was childish, but this was indeed the fastest way to know his feelings.

"You swear that you really don’t love anymore. If you still love ..."

She looked at Lance’s cold and heartless face and said word by word, "I’ll die!"

This curse was vicious enough. No one would swear on his or her own life.

But Yvette knew Lance too well. Only in this way could she force him to express his real feelings.

She stared at his face for a mont, not letting go of any clues. "As long as you swear, I will never pester you again."

Lance pursed his lips and did not speak for a long ti.

He could not open his mouth, though he hurt her just now.

Yvette felt that the positive voice seed to slowly gain the upper hand.

Her arms were tightly around him, and her eyes did not move away from his face for a second. She said again, "As long as you swear!"

Lance did not answer her. There were no fluctuations or other emotions on his calm face.

Compared to Lance’s calmness, Yvette seed to be a little irrational.

She grabbed Lance’s arm tightly and forced him to say, "Lance, swear!"

She did not want to beco an aggressive lunatic.

But if this continued, she would not be able to stand it and would have a breakdown.

She needed a result even if it was a reason to give up.

She would accept all the results. She just wanted to get rid of the sadness and pain.

Any results...

Yvette’s eyes were red and swollen, but there was a smile on her lips. "Lance, you don’t dare do it, right?"

It seed that victory was in sight.

She loosened her grip on his arm and asked him in a light tone, "If so, can you hold my hand?"

"Just for a mont." She lowered her voice and pleaded.

It would give her more courage to hold on.

Lance did not speak. After a mont of silence, he raised his hand.

Yvette was stunned for a second. In a flash, tears welled up in her eyes as she raised her hand.

She had been waiting for this mont for a long ti.

If that was the case, she wanted to tell him now that they had a baby again.

Lance’s large palm was so close that it seed that he could hold her soon.

Yvette’s palm trembled as she sobbed, "I..."

The next second, the palm brushed past her palm. Instead, it landed on her shoulder and pressed her against the car window.

His movents were brutal and not gentle at all.

He asked, "Ms. Thiel, are you done dreaming?"

Yvette looked at him in a daze.

Lance’s deep eyes were cold, and the mockery on his lips was obvious. "How many ridiculous thoughts do you have? Tell all of them, OK?"

His handso face was as cold as ice.

When the mockery disappeared, there was only a terrifying pressure left.

Yvette’s courage collapsed in an instant!

She felt as if there had been a big hole in her heart that made her feel pain.

It didn’t work?

Her arm, which had been holding on to him for a long ti, slipped down powerlessly against the cold car.

She felt cold physically and ntally.

Lance looked at her pale lips and haggard face. For a mont, he seed to have lost the ability to speak.

He wanted to rush forward, but his legs did not listen to him and froze in place.

It was as if soone had stabbed him hard with a needle in his head, causing him a splitting headache.

In the end, he made up his mind and clenched his fists. He said in an extrely cold voice, "It seems that I’m really good in bed. Ms. Thiel, you are so obsessed with that you can’t find a second person who can replace ."

Yvette was weak. "Lance, do you really feel happy to humiliate ?"

Behind him, another black car stopped not far away. Lance silently observed it.

He sneered, "Do you think this is a humiliation?"

Then, Lance bent his fingers and touched her beautiful neck all the way down. After stopping on her collarbone for half a second, his fingers tore off Yvette’s thin sweater, which caught her off guard.

An icy coldness struck her, and Yvette widened her eyes in shock. She was embarrassed and afraid.

She instinctively raised her hand to cover her torn collar, but her hand was held by Lance.

His voice was magnetic and pleasant to hear, but it sounded scary. "Ms. Thiel, rember, this is humiliation."

After saying that, Lance raised his hand frivolously and hooked her underwear for sports that were comfortable. He mocked, "If you want to seduce , you should at least wear sexy underwear. At the very least, you should be like those won in the club, wearing a convenient miniskirt. It’ll turn on more easily."

Lance’s humiliation was bare. His words were like slaps on Yvette’s face.

She was so angry that she tightened her collar and burst into tears. "What nonsense are you talking about!"

Lance grabbed her chin forcefully and looked at her coldly. "Didn’t you pester just because you wanted to sleep with you?"

The pain in her chin made her palm curl up.

Lance lowered his head, his cold aura slowly encroaching on her, as if he would kiss her in the next second.

Yvette felt dizzy, and she couldn’t even react when she was in a daze.

Her speculation had been denied, and the blow was great.

His cold thin lips drew closer and closer. Before Yvette could react, Lance’s lips brushed past her and got close to Yvette’s ear.

"To be honest, I slept with you too many tis."

He chuckled, and his piercing voice sounded in Yvette’s ears. "I have had it enough."

After saying that, Lance quickly released his hand as if he had thrown a piece of trash, and he even retreated.

Without his support, Yvette lost her balance and slid down, almost hitting the ground.

Fortunately, she grabbed the handle and managed to stand firm.

Even if she almost fell, Lance remained expressionless.

"Sorry, I can’t help you against my will, but..."

He paused and sneered, "If you want to have sex so much, I can introduce so strong male models who are good at sex to you."

Yvette suddenly let go and finally couldn’t bear it anymore. She slapped Lance in the face.

Bam!

It was silent.

Lance’s face was gloomy as if the end of the world had co down.

There was a trace of blood at the corner of his lips. He looked down and mocked, "I thought that you were shaless."

Shaless...

He was insulting her.

Yvette’s expression changed again, but when she raised her hand, her hand was gripped tightly by Lance’s slender hand.

"After all, we used to be a couple. Let’s take the slap as a celebration of the end of our relationship. I will forgive you, but..."

Lance tightened his grip hard and warned, "If you don’t want your studio to be closed in New York, you’d better behave."

Yvette’s hand was rcilessly flung away by him.

She reached out to support the car door so that she would not fall.

Humiliation, warning, threat...

These were all that she had gained tonight. It was an unforgettable night.

Yvette’s breathing beca steady and light.

The night was cold, and so was the moonlight.

The cold tears on her face had not dried, but she had lost hope.

She looked at Lance and forced a smile on her pale lips. She said in a low voice, "Lance, you did it."

It was just half a month, but she had used up all the courage in her life.

What she had firmly believed in turned into a slap in her face.

She felt that she was ridiculous. She had been a joke for half a month.

Lance looked at her upset expression. His throat seed to have been locked, and he could not say a word.

Because she was so weak as if she would collapse once he said another word.

"Lance..."

Yvette called him so gently as if they were still in love.

Lance looked at her silently and did not respond.

But Yvette did not need his response.

She smiled gently and repeated this intimate address for the last ti.

"Mr. Wolseley."

She went back to the way she called him when they first t. She sounded colder than before.

"Mr. Wolseley, I’ll give up."

She looked at Lance standing very close, but she felt that he was far away from her.

Yvette brushed past him. Her last sentence sounded so weak in the wind, but it was very clear.

She said, "I won’t disturb you anymore."

Tears poured down her face, and it ruined her makeup.

Yvette did not hide it and treated it as a farewell to their relationship.

She believed that Lance really did not love her anymore.

She also believed that love would not last for a long ti.

She did not need anyone to persuade her. She completely let it go.

All her fantasies, unwillingness, and reluctance were buried at this mont.

Lance stood in the sa place, motionless.

He looked at her thin back reflected on the car, and his heart suddenly hurt as if it had been torn apart.

It was not that he did not want to turn around, but...

He could not do such a simple thing.

Frankie saw Yvette leave and instantly noticed that sothing was wrong with Lance. He hurried forward.

"Mr. Wolseley," he called out worriedly.