Secretary’s Secret Lover By Za Quinn Chapter 262


    Chapter 262 Shouldn’t You Give Me a Child Too?


    Yvette’s heart skipped a beat.


    The phone fell to the ground with a thud.


    Lance walked in barefoot. His pair of long legs were firm and solid, and his


    abdominal muscles were strong


    and beautiful.


    He bent down to pick up the phone and handed it to Yvette, saying, “Try


    82282222.”


    Yvette froze.


    August, 22nd.


    It was the date when they got married.


    She was stiff and did not dare to move. The phone in her hand began to burn.


    The screen was bright, so he could see the words she had typed.


    He read her text word by word.


    “Mr. Wolseley, I am locked up by Lance. Can you help me out? Yvette.”


    Lance smiled gently and said coldly, “You are asking Marcus for help?”


    Lance looked calm, but in reality, he was simmering with anger.


    Sure enough, she still wanted to escape.


    The thought made him agitated, and he was losing control.


    His eyes narrowed, and he pinched her chin, pressing her against the wall. He


    snarled, “You like to seduce Marcus so much. When he saves you, how do you


    n to repay him?”


    Yvette’s face was pale, and she said loudly, “You shouldn’t stop me from going


    out. Even if we are husband and wife, you have no right to take away my


    freedom.”


    Lance’s handsome face instantly became as gloomy as a rainstorm.


    “Yvette, are you telling me what I should do?” he asked with a cold smile.


    “Then shouldn’t you give birth to a child for me?” he asked and gripped her


    tightly.


    Yvette froze for a second and felt it inconceivable.


    She thought of the child they had lost.


    That child was like a thorn, deeply embedded in her flesh and blood. She


    couldn’t pull it out, and from time to time, it would give her intense pain.


    She was indignant and shouted, “Dream on!”


    She absolutely did not want to experience that kind of pain again.


    She said word by word, “I can’t give birth to a child for you!”


    She didn’t want the child in her womb to have anything to do with him.


    It was her baby!


    “It is up to me.”


    The man’s handsome face was covered with cold frost. He pulled the tie on the


    washing table and tied her two


    small hands to the towel rack on the wall.


    Yvette’s face was pale, and she said with a trembling voice, “Lance, what are


    you doing?”


    The man’srge palm grabbed the back of her head, and he coldly stared at


    her. He smiled faintly. “Practice to give you my child.”


    “Oh…”


    She couldn’t speak, and Lance once again used a unique method to punish her.


    He didn’t enter her, but it made her so angry and ashamed that she wanted to


    faint.


    In the end, until the man left, he didn’t untie her, leaving her tied to the towel


    rack in the bathroom in


    humiliation.


    Yvette was only released when Mary came over.


    She was in a mess, hugging her knees as she sat on the floor of the bathroom,


    shivering.


    Mary sighed. No matter how she tried to persuade her, Yvette would note


    out.


    Mary said helplessly, “You and he are like enemies. You like each other. Why


    must it be like this?”


    Like?


    Yvette shook her head in pain.


    If it was because he liked her that he treated her like this, then she would rather


    not have this kind of sick


    love.


    Mary exined, “Mrs. Wolseley, he really loves you. When you were not


    around, I had been taking care of this ce. I saw him sleeping on your bed


    many times. Even the pillow he was hugging was the one you used. New


    clothes that were suitable for you were sent here non–stop. There were dishes


    you like in the fridge. Even if no one ate them, they would be sent over every


    day…‘


    Yvette listened to that and did not feel anything at all.


    Love, like. Those two words were not suitable to describe their rtionship.


    Lance only regarded her as an item.


    He never thought that one day this item would no longer be under his control.


    When something went out of his control, his pride and confidence would be hurt.


    That was why he was so persistent, vowing to keep her under his control.


    Such a man made Yvette feel afraid. When fear was greater than love, she had


    long forgotten how it had felt


    to love him. Only fear and the urge to escape were left in her heart.


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    Slowly, the thought of escape became an obsession, deeply entrenched in


    Yvette’s brain.


    She told herself that she would definitely leave him!


    In the blink of an eye, it was the eve of Jamie’s wedding.


    That night, Fiona called Jamie, and Fiona confessed in a soft voice over the


    phone.


    “Jamie, I feel so happy. I will give you two children!”


    Jamie’s expression froze.


    This sentence was familiar. He had once said the same thing to Ellen.


    Realizing there was no reply for a long time, Fiona called out, “Jamie, Jamie,


    are you there…?”


    Jamie came back to his senses and rubbed his eyebrows. “Rest early, Fifi.”


    He avoided the topic of having children and did not answer directly.


    Fiona’s expression was dim. She hung up the phone with a sweet goodbye.


    The next second, she dialed a number and said darkly, “Keep an eye on Jamie


    tonight. If you saw anything strange, tell me immediately.”


    After hanging up the phone, Jamie stood in front of the huge floor–to–ceiling


    window and smoked.


    The smoke lingered, and he kept thinking about the two children.


    A momentter, he stubbed out his cigarette, picked up the car keys on the


    table, and went downstairs.