Secretary’s Secret Lover by Zayla Quinn

Chapter 249 You Are My Wife

Ellen was tightly held in his arms.

The warm tears, like poison, seeped into the man's hard chest bit by bit, infecting the cold-blooded and

ruthless heart.

Sadness seemed to be contagious, and Jamie’s heart began to throb faintly.

His slender fingers were clenched until they were pale, and he didn't speak until after a long time.

"I can't let you die. Don’t even think about it."

Ellen did not have the strength to retort. Her weak body made it impossible for her to stay conscious for

a long time. Soon, she fell asleep in Jamie's arms.

Moonlight came in from outside the window.

The whole room was covered with a faint layer of whiteness.

Jamie listened to the steady breathing of the little girl in his arms, and the corners of his lips curled up

in mockery.

All the words that he could not say were poured out.

"Ellen, I actually want to treat you well again." "Say, do you think I'm a simp, huh?"

He was ruthlessly fooled by this woman over and over again, but he was stuck on her.

He, Jamie, was the most stupid guy in the world.

After the evening class ended at 8:30 pm, Yvette got out and walked towards the subway station.

On the way, her phone vibrated. It was Lance.

"Is the class over?" he asked.

"Yes." "Should I pick you up?"

Yvette was even stunned by his offer. She looked up and saw that they were only a few hundred feet

away from the subway station.

"No, thank you. I have already arrived at the subway station." "Are you sure, my wife?" Lance's

magnetic voice came from the other side of the line.

The word 'wife' stunned Yvette. Later, she realized that she was his wife again.

It was just a marriage by agreement.

Yvette felt bitter when she remembered that Lance married her because of her grandfather.

It wasn't because she didn't like her grandfather, but it made her feel like a tool.

When she was needed, she would be put to use. When she wasn't, she was like an item that could be

discarded.

To Lance, she was dispensable and not important.

As she did not answer for a long time, Lance asked, "Don't tell me you don't remember this?"

It was about being his wife.

Yvette replied, "I will abide by the agreement."

Since it was an agreement, she should show her attitude toward the agreement.

In short, this time she would not be as silly as before or repeat the same mistake.

Suddenly, there was no sound from Yvette's side.

The atmosphere suddenly turned awkward.

At this time, Yvette heard a woman’s voice on the other side of the line.

"Lance, Mrs. Wolseley asked me to bring you dinner..."

This voice was very familiar. Yvette thought for a moment and realized that it seemed to be Juliette's

voice.

She thought that Juliette was Tanya’s ideal daughter-in-law.

In an instant, she felt as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over her, and her heart felt cold.

"I'm getting onto the subway soon. The signal is bad, so I'll hang up."

After saying this in a panic, she hung up.

In the president's office.

Juliette saw that Lance's expression was not good and said, "Sorry, I didn't know you were on the

phone."

Lance uttered indifferently, "It's fine."

Juliette put the lunch box on the table and opened it layer by layer.

"I came with a mission today. Mrs. Wolseley said that you forgot to eat after you started working. She

told me to supervise you until you finish eating."

Lance supported his forehead with his hand and rubbed his eyebrows. "Put it down first." "No, you

have to eat it. After you eat it, I can fulfill my mission." "What are you doing?" Lance asked as he

glanced at her.

In the past few days since she had been back, Juliette had done this sort of thing many times.

Juliette blushed from his gaze. She stuck out her tongue and said, "Hey, you have no conscience. I

sent you food out of goodwill, and you still dislike me?"

Lance said indifferently, "I don't need it. Don't you know what my mother means?" "What?" Juliette

blinked, pretending not to know it.

"She wants to make US a couple."

Juliette's heart palpitated. She asked, "What do you think?" "No way."

The answer was as expected.

"Am I that bad in your eyes?" Juliette asked sarcastically.

Lance said indifferently, "It has nothing to do with you. I have feelings for someone." "Are you talking

about your ex-wife?" Juliette bit her lips.

Lance did not answer. Now it was not the time to make it public. He was afraid that Colton would not

give up.

Juliette continued, "Lance, I feel that your ex-wife does not seem to care about you."

This sentence was like a magnet, drawing the iron thorn in Lance's heart.

Heh...

He did not expect that even an outsider like Juliette, who had not seen him for a long time, could notice

that she did not care about him.

This showed how obvious her indifference toward him was.

Seeing that he did not speak, Juliette felt much more at ease and adjusted her mood.

She smiled and said, "Since this is Mrs. Wolseley's intention, why don't you play along?"

Lance looked up at her.

Juliette explained, "Even if it was not me, Mrs. Wolseley would still introduce other girls to you. Why

don't you use me to turn them away? I don't mind."

Lance frowned, obviously disagreeing with this proposal.

Juliette advised, "Don't worry, I don't have that intention towards you. For the time being, I don't want to

go on blind dates either. If I help you, you could also help me. A win-win cooperation."

Lance made no comments.

Juliette acted on her own initiative and said, "It's settled then. Just take it as a favor you did for me.

There's no need to make it public. Just keep it to your parents."

As she spoke, she picked up the lunchbox and waved it, saying, "I'll eat it and the mission is fulfilled."

After Juliette walked out of the room, the innocent smile on her face disappeared in a second.

For so many years, the happiest time was when Lance treated her as a boy. That was when they were

closest to each other.

When he knew that she was a girl, he immediately distanced himself from her.

She studies abroad with sadness in her heart, but when she came back, she found that she still could

not let him go.

Her desire to have him became stronger and stronger, and she became more and more paranoid.

But she hid it very well.

She would not do things that she was not sure of.

After Juliette left, Frankie knocked on the door of the office.

After entering, he felt a low pressure in the office.

When the president just came back, Frankie saw the two dazzling red brochures and complimented

that the president and the wife were a perfect couple.

The president praised him for making a PowerPoint file well and asked him to go to the finance

department to get an extra month's salary as a reward.

He, a top assistant, was praised for making a good PowerPoint file. It was like a joke.

Indeed, the president was in a good mood and shared it with him in this way.

How could it be so fast that the president's mood could turn worse?

Frankie suddenly felt that something was wrong. He asked carefully, "Mr.Lance, the restaurant called to

enquire whether you're still going over at the appointed time."

Lance's face grew sullen and he did not speak.

He was too anxious and wanted to register his marriage as soon as possible to keep the girl by his

side.

He also felt that the process was too rushed, so he wanted to celebrate with Yvette tonight. But it was

clear that she did not appreciate it and even did not want to talk to him more.

Celebrate?

Perhaps, he was the only one who felt that it was worth celebrating.

She viewed the marriage as an agreement.

"No, cancel it," Lance said as his lips twitched.

Frankie turned around and went out to make a phone call to cancel it.

The staff at the restaurant said, "The starry sky package is nonrefundable."

The starry sky package was designed for proposals in this hotel. It included fresh roses with morning

dew picked on the day in the rose garden that would surround the entire restaurant.

Hundreds of thousands of roses would make a spectacular scene.

It was romantic, luxurious, and also extravagant.

Frankie thought of how Mr. Wolseley asked him to book a restaurant yesterday, picked this one at a

glance among several high-end restaurants, and designated red roses.

He said regretfully, "Let it be."

Yvette was still a few hundred feet away from the subway station.

Suddenly, two men in black blocked her way.

Yvette looked at them warily. The men said respectfully, "Ms. Thiel, Mr.Raison would like to meet you."

Mr. Raison?

Yvette turned around and saw a black Maybach parked by the roadside.

As the window was rolled down, Charlie turned around and smiled at her.

That smile was as gentle and elegant as ever, but Yvette's heart trembled.

She took two steps backward and declined, "I'm sorry. I'm in a hurry now."