Secretary’s Secret Lover by Zayla Quinn

Chapter 241 Claim Your Life

Charlie wiped the tears off her face and said softly, "If I had known that the girl was you, I would have

asked you to be my lady earlier. You are very important to me. Do you understand?"

He looked back on the past, which was completely hellish.

But that girl was an exception, who made him feel that he was still a person, a living one.

Yvette could not stop her tears. She did not know what he was talking about, not even a word.

Then she thought, there is someone out there now. I should ask for help.

"Help! Help..."

But Charlie covered her mouth with his palm as he smiled in a low voice, "They won't hear you. And

even if they do, they won't come in. Do you understand?“

Yvette felt despair upon hearing this.

She thought, Charlie is well prepared, and all of this is a trap.

Then he pressed his long index finger against her lips. "Do as I tell you. Give it to me, and I promise to

do better than him."

Although he had never had sex before, he watched porn to be skillful after he learned that she was that

girl.

He thought, / will be careful. I believe she will feel good about it.

Noticing that Charlie was pressing himself down again, Yvette panicked and hurried to say, "Charlie, do

you like me?"

Charlie's eyes were flaming. "I like you a lot. And I want every part of you."

Yvette sensed that Charlie might be a stubborn kind of guy who would do things that were navel-

gazing. Therefore, she tried to reason with him.

"All the more reason to respect me then, instead of forcing me."

Charlie's eyes darkened. "When I was a child, everything I liked had been abandoned. Therefore, I

learn one thing from that, which is fighting for the thing you like is the only way to have it."

"No, it's not like that. If you try to force me, I will hate you, understand?"

Charlie paused and said in a low voice, "I don't want you to hate me."

Yvette hurried to reply, "I don't like you, and if you touch me like this, I will hate you to death!"

"You like Lance?"

There was a hint of sarcasm in Charlie's low and magnetic voice. "He is better than me?”

Yvette closed her eyes and shook her head. "I don't like any one of you right now."

"You little liar!"

"You like him." He exposed her lie.

During the conversation, Yvette felt that Charlie was loosening his grip. Therefore, she jerked her knee

up so as to knock it against his crotch, which was bulging from his erection.

"Ouch..."

Charlie frowned, grunted, and loosened his grip.

Noticing that, Yvette hurried to push him down the sofa while kicking his leg harshly.

Charlie's handsome face twisted and turned pale right away, and his forehead was covered in a cold

sweat.

Yvette had kicked out right at his wound!

Then Yvette jumped up and got far away from him.

She did it on purpose since she remembered where his wound was. Then the next thing they knew,

blood started to gush from the wound, which had not yet been healed, and soon soaked his black

trousers.

Yvette was not a pushover. She hated what he had done!

Then staring at Charlie's face, which used to look so kind, she said coldly, "If there is a next time, I will

send you to prison myself!"

Then she swung the door open, ready to leave.

But, outside the door, Talia, the secretary, was blocking her path with two bodyguards.

Talia looked at Charlie and asked, "Mr. Raison, is she allowed to leave?’

Yvette's expression changed when she heard this. She did not expect that Charlie's people would

conspire with him against her.

Charlie propped himself up slowly on the arm of the sofa. As he was rising, he wiped his sweat with his

hand, which made his face bloodstained and thus look dangerous and yet charming.

Then he picked up his glasses and put them back on. Regaining his composure, he said slowly,

"Yvette, I won't force you. You have one night to think about it. But think fast since Ellen might not be

able to hang in there after one day."

Yvette's face turned pale instantly.

After letting Yvette leave, Talia came in with a medicine box to treat

Charlie's wound. The blood-stained trousers were cut open by her with a pair of scissors.

Then Talia started to wipe the wound with alcohol pads. Her movements were particularly gentle, and

her eyes were obsessively affectionate.

She had always thought that Charlie did not like women, but that was obviously not the case. That

meant she might have a chance of...

At the thought of this, Talia treated the wound even more carefully. And while she was at it, she tried to

rub her breast against Charlie's thighs every once in a while.

Although Charlie hadn't had sex before, he knew what Talia was doing.

Then he lifted Talia's chin with his finger and narrowed his eyes. "You want me to sleep with you?"

Talia looked at his delicate face. The blood stains on his cheekbone made him look even more manly

and sexier.

She blushed and murmured, "Mr. Raison, if you need that, I can give it to you."

Charlie did not speak. A smile lifted the corner of his mouth. Then his slender and cold fingers slowly

went from her chin down to her thin neck, where he stroked a bit.

Talia felt as if she had lost the use of her body and could not help but groan.

"Oh..."

Then she grabbed his other hand boldly to place it on her towering breast before saying, "Mr. Raison,

fuck me..."

"Heh!" Charlie chuckled and exerted a force on his fingers so as to choke Talia.

Stifled, Talia realized that something was off and thus waved her hands wildly.

However, Charlie kept tightening his grip till Talia's eyes turned unfocused while she let out some

desperate sound.

Talia was now on the verge of death.

At that moment, Charlie smashed her far away.

"Bang!"

The back of her head hit the edge of his desk. Instantly, blood started to gush out!

Charlie's eyes looked extremely terrifying, as if he was a ghost who had gone through hell.

"Always remember what you are!"

After Yvette came out of Charlie's firm, she became even more worried.

Regardless of whether Charlie's words were true or not, she simply could not risk Ellen's life.

Moreover, there was another life in her body.

Yvette thought, Jamie is really an asshole.

And I will never reconcile myself to the prospect of accepting Charlie. That leaves me with only one

choice.

Yvette was extremely torn. And after she arrived home at night and paced up and down for quite a

while, she finally took out her phone to make a call.

"Frankie, is Mr. Wolseley there?"

"No, he isn't."

"Then please tell him that I will wait for him at home," Yvette mustered up the courage to say.

Frankie was stunned for a moment before saying, "Alright, I'll pass on the message."

In the Correctional Center in New York.

Ellen was locked in a single room, where it was very dark inside, regardless of day and night.

Ellen did not know how long had passed ever since she had been sent there.

Before she came in, a doctor in the center had hurt her arm and made three of her ribs broken.

Fortunately, the broken ribs hadn't pierced through her chest and lungs. As long as she did not exercise

violently and had enough rest, she was not in danger. Actually, she might even be able to heal by

herself.

However, since she had a very weak constitution, it was unlikely for her to recover like that.

That being said, it was not that bad staying in the center. She got to have her meals timely and could

even have some peace and quiet here without having to face Jamie. Therefore, she felt somehow at

ease.

Of course, she missed her parents and kept wondering how Jamie would deal with her.

But she believed that Jamie would not let her rot inside forever since, that way, he could not torture her

anymore.

As she thought wildly, she fell into a deep sleep.

Suddenly, in her sleep, a sharp pain in her neck was felt. Ellen's heart jolted as she opened her eyes.

Two women wearing the same prison uniform as her came into her sight. One was pinning her down,

and the other was holding a syringe and stabbing it into her neck. It seemed that they were putting

something into Ellen's body.

Ellen struggled in panic, her voice trembling in fear. "Who are you, people?"

The short-haired woman chuckled and said, "People who want to claim your life!"