Secretary’s Secret Lover

Secretary’s Secret Lover By Zayla Quinn Chapter 129

Secretary’s Secret Lover By Zayla Quinn Chapter 129

Secretary’s Secret Lover By Zayla Quinn Chapter 129 She Is Awake

Ellen was caught off guard. Her shoe was tripped by the emergency exit door. She staggered back and fell on

the cement floor.

With a heavy thud, it sounded hurtful.

Just as Ellen was about to curse, she heard a soft female voice from outside.

“Jamie, what are you doing here?”

It was Fiona.

Jamie withdrew his gaze from the door and looked at Fiona warmly. “I’m just visiting a friend. Why are you in

the hospital? Are you feeling unwell?”

Fiona smelled a faint fragrance of perfume, like the smell of shower gel. An imperceptible viciousness. flashed through her eyes.

“I feel a little dizzy. So, I came over to check.”

She leaned against Jamie. Jamie glanced at her and said, “Are you tired?”

As he spoke, he carried her in his arms.

“Hey, there are people coming and going here.”

Jamie looked at the emergency exit door. It was closed quietly. At that moment, he wanted to do something

evil.

“What are you worrying about? You are my wife. I can hug you at any place,” he said indifferently.

Fiona held his neck with a blush. “You made me feel shy.”

Jamie stroked her butt and smiled. “You were not shy when we were doing more than this.”

Their voices became lower as they walked away. Ellen was sitting on the ground behind the emergency exit

door, holding her knees.

Her elbows and the back of her head hit the ground when she fell, causing a buzzing feeling and pain.

She already felt awful though she had only spent a few days in the three years promise.

Although Jamie promised not to get married in three years, she was still a disgrace to him as before.

With the existence of his real fiancée, Ellen had to be prepared to be abandoned at any time.

The door to the emergency exit was suddenly pushed open. Ellen said gloomily, “Why aren’t you staying with your wife?”

The man who came in kept silent. She raised her head and saw that it was not Jamie. It was a young man in a white lab coat with rosy lips and pretty white teeth. He held a cigarette in his hand and looked at her confusedly.

“I’m sorry.” Ellen quickly said.

“It’s fine.” The doctor looked at the cigarette in his hand, then looked at her, and quietly put it into his pocket.

It was awkward to sit on the floor in from of another person. Ellen climbed up with a hand on the railing and

limped out the door.

She had just taken two steps when she accidentally sprained her ankle. When she was about to fall, she was supported by the young doctor gently. When she stood firm, he immediately released his hand.

He noticed that there were scratches on her body and assumed that she had fallen. He asked, “I can borrow a

wheelchair for you. Do you need it?”

“No, I can walk. Thank you.” Ellen shook her head.

“You’re welcome.”

Not far away, Jamie was leaning against the wall. As he looked at the doctor and Ellen, his cold face was full

of malice.

Such a whore you are! Just a while and you have hooked up with another man, Jamie thought.

A warm and soft arm passed through his arm. He heard a tender voice, “Jamie, we are good to go now.”

Jamie withdrew his gaze and left with Fiona.

Yvette had a very long dream.

In her dream, on the white snow ground, there was a small figure with his back facing her.

As if there was a telepathic connection, Yvette knew that it was her baby.

She tried her best to catch up but found that her feet seemed to be locked, and she could not move.

She opened her mouth to call the baby. But her throat seemed to be sealed, and she could not make a sound.

Despair overwhelmed her. She knelt on the ground and tried to crawl forward.

But the more she climbed, the farther the child went..

She knelt, motionless, and humbly prayed that the little figure would not go further.

The small figure stopped. In the boundless white, Yvette heard the tender voice of a child shouting, “Mom.

Mom.”

Yvette opened her mouth and wanted to respond, but she could not make any sound. She could only shout in

her heart.

“Baby, baby, don’t go.”

She watched as the small figure walked further and further away until it disappeared into the snow.

Then, there was the cold sound of iron pincers colliding, and someone talking.

“We are losing the baby. Now, conduct curettage and then sew up other injured places.”

Yvette desperately shook her head and kept begging, “Don’t. Don’t take my baby away.”

However, no one listened to her. She could feel a cold iron pincer pulling the baby from her body.

Her heart felt like it had been cut by a blunt knife. Her cold tears kept surging.

Gradually, the whiteness faded away. And darkness consumed all of her consciousness.

Yvette was unconscious for four whole days:

During the four days, she would occasionally talk in her sleep, have a high fever, or have tears streaming

down her face.

Marvin passed the doctor’s words to Lance. And Lance’s heart, which had yet to heal, was once again hurt

badly.

Lance had suffered such a shock. He looked dried up and colorless.

Seeing this, Marvin hesitated for a moment and handed a paternity test certificate to Lance.

He said, “Yvette asked me to do this test. I don’t know what has happened between you. But I think you

should believe Yvette. She would not be unfaithful to you.”

Lance read the report, which showed that the probability of paternity was 99.9999%.

His strong heart instantly broke into several pieces.

Though he had known that it was his baby, the impact of the black-and-white words was still great.

What had he done these days?

He suspected her, did not trust her, imprisoned her, and insulted her verbally.

When she needed his support, he pushed her into the abyss with a few words!

His eyes turned red. His emotion was ready to erupt at any time!

He was such a bastard!

On the days when Yvette was unconscious, Lance sat alone on the bench outside the ICU, blaming himself

every minute and second.

When Ellen was not taking care of her father, she waited with Lance.

Looking at Lance’s expression, Ellen scoffed.

Now you are pretending to be affectionate. You could have shown kindness earlier! Ellen thought.

Frankie went to see Lance and reported, “Ms. Myers has an infection and a fever. She keeps asking to see

you.”

Lance frowned and was about to speak. But he was interrupted by a sneer.

On the other side, there Ellen sat. When she saw Lance look at her, her expression became incomparably mocking. “Mr. Wolseley, why aren’t you going? It sounds so severe that your sweetheart may have died at hundred and one times.”

Lance’s eyes were cold. He ignored Ellen and ordered Frankie, “Let the doctor deal with it. I’m not a doctor.

“Also, you don’t have to watch over her. Let someone else do that. You should investigate what happened to Yvette and Yazmin. If there is any news, let me know.”

Frankie nodded. He was happy to stay far away from that crazy woman.

Since Lance did not visit Yazmin, she would either smash things or throw pillows in the sick room.

Frankie felt delighted that he did not need to look after Yazmin.

On the afternoon of the fourth day.

Yvette finally woke up. After observing her for a night, the doctor transferred her to the ordinary ward.

When Lance heard this news, his first reaction was not to see her immediately. Instead, he felt a little timid.

He was afraid. He was afraid that he would not be able to get her back.

Seeing Lance’s worried face, Marvin comforted him, “It’s better to send someone that Yvette can accept to go in first. You can wait till she feels better. You know, she…”

Marvin wanted to say that Yvette could not be upset now. But when Marvin saw Lance’s bloodshot eyes, Marvin stopped.

“Listen to me. You should go see her later.” Marvin patted the back of Lance’s hand.

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