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?”

Jerry, only to realize that he was seething with

of rage, Maura slapped Evelyn across the face, causing blood to trickle from the corner

not expecting Maura

you’ve gone too far!” Maura cried.

Evelyn asked. “You are the homewrecker!

once, he could cheat again. Maura wouldn’t

picked up her phone

Hill Villa, Evelyn departed without

Huston meant stepping into a beautiful trap, at least she was leaving behind a dreadful

what was ahead of her, she would never return to

***

Evelyn arrived at the gate of Royal Villa, even more grand and affluent than

villa occupied the entire mountainside. Evelyn couldn’t fathom the

for Huston, a ruthless business

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

same shirt as earlier,

Evelyn stepped inside. The layout of the house

paintings adorning the walls, creations by a prominent artist, worth millions at auction. Three of these paintings hung on the wall, their collective value probably surpassing that of the entire Hill

Huston suddenly asked out of the blue.

Evelyn nodded.

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

for dinner, then.”

disbelief.

“Mhm.”

was thinking; she wore her emotions on her sleeve.

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255