Secretary’s Secret Lover by Zayla Quinn

Secretary’s Secret Lover By Zayla Quinn Chapter 146 Will You Wait for Me?

It was Frankie who stopped.

He looked at Yvette and asked with respect, “Mrs. Wolseley, where are you going?”

The address made Yvette slightly stunned. She could not help but think of Lance’s cold expression a

few

days ago.

After a pause, she said, “Frankie, I am no longer Mrs. Wolseley. Don’t call me that from now on.”

She figured that it would upset Lance.

Frankie looked a little embarrassed and replied, “Alright, Ms. Thiel. Where are you going? Shall I give

you a ride?”

Yvette looked at her phone. No one picked up her order. She hesitated. Maybe she should ask Frankie

to take her to the station since there were lots of drivers who ran long distances.

“Then…”

“Frankie, why are you such a busybody?”

She was interrupted by a man, whose voice was low and obviously unhappy.

The windows of the car were opaque, and Yvette was surprised that Lance was sitting in the car.

Immediately, her expression changed, and she was very embarrassed.

Lance continued, “Since you want to be a busybody so much, go to the newly-open site in New York

and supervise the work.”

Frankie was dumbfounded.

He thought, Mr. Wolseley, it was you who saw Mrs. Wolseley by the roadside first. That was why I

stopped the

car.

I am an assistant, and for me, observation is very important. I need to know things without being told by

my leader.

Lance’s tone was mechanical and cold. Yvette could tell how impatient he was without glancing at him.

She figured that she was the chief culprit. Frankie was implicated by her.

Immediately, she felt that her nose was a little sour.

Yvette forced a smile and lied to Frankie, “Someone will pick me up. Frankie, you may go ahead.”

Frankie glanced hesitantly in the rearview mirror and saw that the face of the man sitting in the back

seat was utterly sullen.

Meeting Frankie’s eyes, Lance frowned. “What are you waiting for?*

“I see, Mr. Wolseley.”

Frankie nodded at Yvette, pulled up the car window, and left.

The black luxury car disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Yvette still had a faint urge to cry.

She thought Lance’s attitude makes perfect sense. We are strangers. Nothing more.

It’s obvious that Lance has already moved on. Then why am I still sad because of how cold he is?

After all, he is the man I have loved for ten years. Now that we are strangers, it is inevitable that I feel a

little

upset.

I remember how good he was to me, and I also remember the pain he caused.

It takes time to heal.

I should put all my feelings aside. I have bigger fish to fry right now.

Perhaps since Pittsburgh was too remote, still, no one responded to her order.

Yvette was very anxious.

“Beep!”

A whistle interrupted her thoughts.

A black Mercedes stopped in front of Yvette, and the car window was rolled down. It was Charlie whom

she

had not seen in a long time.

“Yvette. What a coincidence.”

Charlie was a little surprised to see her.

“Where are you going? I’ll give you a ride.”

Yvette checked her phone and did not refuse Charlie. She got in the car and said, “Can you take me to

the

station?”

“The station? Where are you headed to after that?” Charlie glanced at his watch. “I don’t think there are

many

tickets available at this time.”

“I have something to do and need to go back to Pittsburgh.”

“Really? I’m on my way to Youngstown. It’s very close to Pittsburgh. Join me.”

Such a coincidence surprised Yvette. She was no longer anxious. Instead, she was very grateful.

“Thanks, Charlie.”

“Don’t mention it. I am the lucky one.” Charlie had a smile in his eyes.

Yvette did not understand and asked, “What was that?”

Charlie glanced at her and smiled, “I thought it would be a lonely journey. Who knows? Fate favors me

and sends me a fairy to travel with me.”

Yvette knew that Charlie was only joking, yet she still blushed.

She said politely, “Anyway, thanks, Charlie. You’ve been a big help.”

“You never need to thank me.”

Charlie knew the boundaries. When he spoke, his tone was natural. It didn’t sound like he was

suggesting

anything.

Yvette nodded and said nothing more.

The car started. When passing by a corner, Charlie saw the black Bentley parked on the side of the

road with

his sharp eyes.

If Yvette raised her head, she would see it as well.

“Yvette,” Charlie suddenly called out.

“Yeah?” Yvette turned to look at him.

Charlie’s car had already passed the Bentley.

Charlie then looked relaxed. He looked ahead and said, “I heard that you are divorced.”

Yvette nodded and simply said, “Yes.” She did not want to say anything else. Besides, it would be

inappropriate to talk to Charlie about this.

Charlie was not interested in prying into others’ matters as well.

He smiled gently, “You lost poor little girl. You will be fine. You will get better.”

Yvette felt that Charlie was such a master at using metaphors.

She was lost along her way pursuing Lance. And that wasn’t all. She also lost her soul. And all she got,

at

last, was a broken heart.

However, that was all in the past now. She was determined to get better.

In the black Bentley, the atmosphere was oppressive.

Frankie peeked through the rearview mirror. Lance’s handsome eyebrows were obviously knotted, and

his entire body was wrapped in an aura that made people suffocate.

He thought, damn! Damn my mouth! Why couldn’t I control my mouth?

As Mr. Wolseley’s special assistant, I figured that the reason why Mr. Wolseley was angry was that Ms.

Thiel did not want me to address her as Mrs. Wolseley.

Mr. Wolseley is a man of pride. Seeing Ms. Thiel so eager to dissociate herself from him, of course, he

would

get angry.

Nevertheless, he would never leave her by the side of the road. That was the right time for me to step

in and

persuade him.

Since Mr. Wolseley was so angry, I suggested to him that Ms. Thiel didn’t strike me as waiting for

someone. She looked anxious. So, we should give her a ride.

Yet just as I was about to turn around, I saw that Ms. Thiel was telling the truth. She was expecting

someone.

Moreover, when we passed by them, Ms. Thiel turned her head away on purpose.

She must hate Mr. Wolseley a lot.

Frankie sighed and continued to think, I will never, ever try to be clever again.

Otherwise, I will be sent to Africa as a miner for sure.

The car was still pulled over. Frankie said nervously, “Mr. Wolseley, what should…”

Lance closed his eyes and pursed his lips. “Drive.”

It was already afternoon by the time Yvette and Charlie arrived in Pittsburgh.

Charlie needed to go somewhere else. Therefore, Yvette didn’t want to trouble him anymore. She

insisted on

getting out of the car in town.

Charlie couldn’t persuade her whatsoever. He said, “I’ll come to pick you up after I’m done. We’ll go

back.

together.”

Yvette nodded while thinking, maybe not. Though Youngstown is near Pittsburgh, he still needs to take

a

detour.

Charlie suddenly reached out and rubbed her head. “Don’t just nod. Will you wait for me?”

He sounded casual, yet the question was like probing as well.

Yvette paused and then said honestly, “I don’t know how long it will take to get things done. If we can’t

make

it…”

“We will.”

The scattered light on his handsome face made him look gentler.

He stopped her from refusing him and emphasized, “I will doze off on the way back if I’m alone. Wait for

me.

to pick you up. OK?”