Secretary’s Secret Lover

Chapter 333 Jealous

The amusement park was full of laughter.

 The last show was a parade, so Stephen put Isabel on his shoulders and followed the festooned vehicle all the way.

 Isabel was so happy that her bright eyes narrowed like a crescent moon.

 She forgot about the displeasure she had in kindergarten.

 When Yvette saw the happy look on Isabel's face, she smiled from the bottom of her heart.

 The afterglow of the sunset shone on her face as if putting on makeup for her. She was as beautiful as a fairy.

 Isabel was delicate and cute, Stephen was handsome and elegant, and when the three walked together, wherever they go, people would be attracted.

 The passers-by kept looking at them and showed envy.

 "Hello, may I take a picture of you?" a foreign visitor asked politely.

 The visitor saw that Stephen was surprised and explained, "You are the most good-looking family I have ever seen. I just can't look away."

 "We are not a couple," Yvette waved her hand and told the man.

 "Then, what is your relationship?"

 Yvette replied briefly, "We're more like siblings."

 After the foreign heard it, he still said passionately, "Anyway, can I take a photo of you?"

 Stephen turned to look at Yvette and asked gently, "Shall we?"

 He wanted a photo to record this moment, but he was afraid Yvette would mind it.

 It was just a photo, so Yvette did not think too much about it.

 She nodded, "Alright."

 The tourist took a few steps back and clicked the shutter.

 Then, he went forward to show Yvette the photo. Because he took a Polaroid camera, the photo could immediately come out.

 This guy was actually a photographer, so the photo was well-taken.

 After the man gave one to Yvette, he handed the other to Stephen.

 When Stephen took the photo, the man asked, "You don't want to be the brother of this beautiful lady, do you?"

 Stephen frowned slightly. "Huh?"

 "Take a look at this photo." The man handed the photo to Stephen. Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

 In the photo, Yvette and Isabel looked at the camera with bright smiles while Stephen looked down at Yvette gently.

 This scene was captured by the photographer.

 The man said, "The way you look at this beautiful lady is not what a brother will have for his sister. You looked at her as if she's wife."

 "No, you misunderstood," Stephen laughed.

 "Your eyes will never lie."

 The man smiled, "When you are enlightened, you will understand what I said."

 After the man left, Stephen looked at the photo and pondered for a while.

 Then, he gently smiled and put the photo into his pocket.

 Not far away.

 Lance, who ignored his work and rushed over, witnessed everything.

 In an instant, his handsome face turned cold.

 Yvette paid attention to Isabel while Stephen paid attention to Yvette. None of them noticed Lance who was staring at them.

 They only had each other in their eyes.

 This was the first time that Lance felt a crisis.

 In the past, he prayed that as long as Yvette came back, as long as she was happy, he would do anything.

 However, when this happened, he realized something.

 He could not accept it!

 He could only watch as Yvette threw herself into someone else's arms, and it was even worse than stabbing him in the chest!

 His dark eyes were fixed on the man and woman walking together with the kid.

 The scene was warm, and they were like a happy family of three.

 Lance was filled with heart-wrenching pain.

 Frankie looked at Lance's cold face and said coldly.

 "Mr. Wolseley, this is a public place. Please control yourself. Don't be agitated."

 Lance did not speak and looked down.

 Even if Frankie did not say anything, he would restrain himself and not be impulsive.

 After all, Isabel was still there, so he did not want to scare her.

 ...

 The pleasant time in the amusement park came to an end.

 Isabel was tired, so she put her head on Stephen's shoulder and fell into a deep sleep.

 Many people were leaving the amusement park together. The entrance was crowded. Stephen carried Isabel with one hand and supported Yvette from behind with the other, afraid that she would be hurt by others.

 When they arrived at the parking lot, Kamila took Isabel over and Stephen went to get the car.

 Kamila saw Stephen's cautious actions and smiled at Yvette.

 "Mr. Parker seems to like you a lot. He is a gentleman who is nice to you. You can consider marrying him."

 Yvette shook her head and smiled. "Kamila, you are wrong. Stephen doesn't like me."

 "Am I wrong?" Kamila asked.

 "You are. The car is here. Get in."

 Yvette opened the car door and let Kamila get in. The car then drove away.

 After they got home...

 Kamila carried the sleeping Isabel and went in while Yvette politely stood beside the car and said goodbye to Stephen.

 Then, she watched Stephen drive away.

 When the car disappeared and Yvette was about to go home, a dazzling light appeared.

 Then, Yvette saw Lance get out of the car with a sullen face and walk toward her.

 Yvette subconsciously wanted to turn around and run into the house, but Lance's legs were longer and he was faster than her.

 He grabbed her wrist.

 Yvette's world was spinning and she was pulled into Lance's arms.

 "Let me go!"

 Yvette struggled with all her might and was disgusted by his actions.

 He was a man with a fiancée, but he didn't behave himself. Instead, he harassed other women.

 It was rather disgusting.

 However, Lance was strong. Yvette's struggle was futile just like she was resisting her predator.

 Yvette's struggle didn't work, so she kicked Lance, bit him, and pounded him in his arms.

 She used all ways to struggle and almost drained her energy.

 Lance looked like he did not feel any pain and carried Yvette into the car before locking the door.

 "Miss!"

 Ayana ran out of the darkness and rushed to the front of the car. Without thinking, he smashed the window.

 "Bang!"

 There was a loud noise.

 If it were an ordinary car window, it would have been smashed, but this window was bulletproof.

 Ayana raised her fist and was about to smash the window a second time when her wrist was grabbed by someone.

 Due to her instinct as a bodyguard, Ayana performed a suplex and threw the one grabbing her wrist to the ground.

 Frankie didn't expect a woman to be so strong that she could throw him to the ground.

 He underestimated Ayana.

 He panted heavily. "Don't be impulsive. Mr. Wolseley is her husband!"

 "What husband? I only see a kidnapper!"

 As she spoke, Ayana took out her phone to call the police, but Frankie snatched the phone away.

 "Listen to me. Mr. Wolseley is really Ms. Thiel's husband. If you don't believe me, you can ask her brother."

 "The surname of the kidnapper is Wolseley?" Ayana asked sternly.

 "He's not a kidnapper."

 Frankie felt that he couldn't explain himself. "Mr. Wolseley just has something to say to Ms. Thiel. He won't hurt her. Just rest assured."

 Ayana said coldly, "The order I received was that any man surnamed Wolseley is not allowed to get close to Ms. Thiel!"

 Marlon specifically instructed Ayana about this.

 And the kidnapper fitted the description of the appearance and last name.

 At this time, the black luxury car started, and Ayana chased after it without hesitation.

 Frankie stood where he was, stunned.

 This woman...

 She was rather swift!

 Ayana ran for a short distance before turning back. This time, she became more polite and said to Frankie.

 "Hello."

 Frankie wanted to ask Ayana not to worry.

 In the next moment, Ayana raised her hand, took out a sharp dagger, and pressed it against Frankie's neck.

 "Drive! I want to see Ms. Lynn!"

 Frankie was speechless.

 Ayana was quite polite, but her politeness didn't last long.