Chapter 7 Quite Sensitive

Evelyn threw her phone away at the last moment.

“Why are you here, Evelyn?” Jerry’s eyes were filled with gloom.

Maura stepped out of the car, appearing surprised at first, but quickly adopted a smug expression.

To rub salt in the wound, Maura pulled down her collar, showing off her marks from earlier.

Ignoring her, Evelyn slapped Jerry hard across the face.

“That’s for my father!”

As Jerry stood in a daze, she slapped him again.

“That was for me!“.

“What the fuck! Are you out of your mind?!” He was in shock.

“YOU are out of your mind!” Evelyn glared at him, her eyes red with anger. “All your feelings were fake when my father was being investigated, weren’t they? And you think I’ll beg to sleep with you? Not in your dreams! I don’t want herpes!”

Maura’s face darkened upon hearing this. She strutted over in her high heels, “Are you insulting me, bitch?”

“Oh, you had to ask?” She coldly curled her lips. “Do I have to call you a slut to your face?”

glared at her. She cast a glance at Jerry, only to realize that he was seething

Evelyn across the face, causing blood to trickle from the corner

guard, not expecting Maura to be

gone too far!” Maura

too far?” Evelyn asked. “You are the homewrecker! Mark my words, what goes around, comes

Jerry could cheat once, he could cheat again. Maura wouldn’t be his last

picked up her phone and

Hill Villa, Evelyn departed

stepping into a beautiful trap, at least she was leaving

her, she would never return to this place

***

the evening, Evelyn arrived at the gate of Royal Villa, even

and swimming pools, the villa occupied the entire mountainside. Evelyn couldn’t fathom the vastness.

was a fitting home for Huston, a

to the front door of the villa, she could feel panic creeping in. She stood to

wearing the same shirt as earlier, asked impatiently, “What’re you

Evelyn stepped inside. The layout of the house was surprisingly

recognized the paintings adorning the walls, creations by a prominent artist, worth millions at auction. Three of these paintings hung

cook?” Huston suddenly asked

Evelyn nodded.

abroad alone, she always cooked for herself. And during her one–year

something for dinner, then.”

blinked in disbelief.

“Mhm.”

know what Evelyn was thinking; she

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