Secretaryâs 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 manâs hard chest bit by bit, infecting the cold-blooded and ruthless heart.
Sadness seemed to be contagious, and Jamieâs heart began to throb faintly.
His slender fingers were clenched until they were pale, and he didnât speak until after a long time.
âI canât let you die. Donât even think about it.â
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 Jamieâs 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.
âEllen, I actually want to treat you well again.â âSay, do you think Iâm a simp, huh?â
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.
âIs the class over?â he asked.
âYes.â âShould I pick you up?â
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.
âNo, thank you. I have already arrived at the subway station.â âAre you sure, my wife?â Lanceâs magnetic voice came from the other side of the line.
The word âwifeâ 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 wasnât because she didnât like her grandfather, but it made her feel like a tool.
When she was needed, she would be put to use. When she wasnât, 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, âDonât tell me you donât remember this?â
It was about being his wife.
Yvette replied, âI will abide by the agreement.â
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 Yvetteâs side.
The atmosphere suddenly turned awkward.
At this time, Yvette heard a womanâs voice on the other side of the line.
âLance, Mrs. Wolseley asked me to bring you dinnerâ¦â
This voice was very familiar. Yvette thought for a moment and realized that it seemed to be Julietteâs voice.
She thought that Juliette was Tanyaâs 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.
âIâm getting onto the subway soon. The signal is bad, so Iâll hang up.â
After saying this in a panic, she hung up.
In the presidentâs office.
Juliette saw that Lanceâs expression was not good and said, âSorry, I didnât know you were on the phone.â
Lance uttered indifferently, âItâs fine.â
Juliette put the lunch box on the table and opened it layer by layer.
âI 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.â
Lance supported his forehead with his hand and rubbed his eyebrows. âPut it down first.â âNo, you have to eat it. After you eat it, I can fulfill my mission.â âWhat are you doing?â 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, âHey, you have no conscience. I sent you food out of goodwill, and you still dislike me?â
Lance said indifferently, âI donât need it. Donât you know what my mother means?â âWhat?â Juliette blinked, pretending not to know it.
âShe wants to make US a couple.â
Julietteâs heart palpitated. She asked, âWhat do you think?â âNo way.â
The answer was as expected.
âAm I that bad in your eyes?â Juliette asked sarcastically.
Lance said indifferently, âIt has nothing to do with you. I have feelings for someone.â âAre you talking about your ex-wife?â 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, âLance, I feel that your ex-wife does not seem to care about you.â
This sentence was like a magnet, drawing the iron thorn in Lanceâs heart.
Hehâ¦
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, âSince this is Mrs. Wolseleyâs intention, why donât you play along?â
Lance looked up at her.
Juliette explained, âEven if it was not me, Mrs. Wolseley would still introduce other girls to you. Why donât you use me to turn them away? I donât mind.â
Lance frowned, obviously disagreeing with this proposal.
Juliette advised, âDonât worry, I donât have that intention towards you. For the time being, I donât want to go on blind dates either. If I help you, you could also help me. A win-win cooperation.â
Lance made no comments.
Juliette acted on her own initiative and said, âItâs settled then. Just take it as a favor you did for me.
Thereâs no need to make it public. Just keep it to your parents.â
As she spoke, she picked up the lunchbox and waved it, saying, âIâll eat it and the mission is fulfilled.â
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 monthâs 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 presidentâs mood could turn worse?
Frankie suddenly felt that something was wrong. He asked carefully, âMr.Lance, the restaurant called to enquire whether youâre still going over at the appointed time.â
Lanceâs 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.
âNo, cancel it,â 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, âThe starry sky package is nonrefundable.â
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, âLet it be.â
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, âMs. Thiel, Mr.Raison would like to meet you.â
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 Yvetteâs heart trembled.
She took two steps backward and declined, âIâm sorry. Iâm in a hurry now.â
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