Infidelity: His Regret, My Revenge – A Twisted Love Story You Can't Ignore

Chapter 29

A soft sound came from the bed. Before I could stand, a large hand clamped down on the back of my head. My lips pressed against his jawline… My pupils dilated. The smooth texture of his skin, the strong scent of his cologne–warm, fragrant, exquisite–registered in my brain with pinpoint accuracy.

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Evan stiffened, releasing his grip; his head tilted back; his hand returned to the back of my head, gently pushing my head back. Our eyes met. One was dazed; one was impassive.

After a long moment, I came to my senses, quickly removing his hand, quickly smoothing my hair, trying to regulate my breathing. “It’s 5:30; you really should get up.” I quickly left.

Evan:… He was silent for a moment, covering his eyes with his hand.

I rushed back to my room, washing my face. My reflection was crimson. I’d simply followed procedure; why had it ended with me kissing him?! It was… bizarre!

At 6:00 AM, I returned to his room, steeling myself. Zach was already there. We waited in the living room. Watching Zach, I wondered–he’d been with Evan for so long; he must have done this before. Had he? Or…? Had he experienced….?… My mind uncontrollably conjured images of Zach pressed against Evan, forced to kiss him… Ugh…

“Ms. Frost, why are you looking at me like that?” Zach touched his face, unnerved by my shifting expressions.

“Nothing. I just…” I pressed my hand to my chest.“Think our jobs are challenging.”

“No job is easy; you’ll get used to it.”

…You have a good attitude.”

can I do? I can’t

pursed my lips. He was right; but… well… forgive my lack of enlightenment.

expressions as I looked at Zach, heard me

mine immediately flickered away, settling on his shirt buttons, appearing respectful.

silent. I sat rigidly, tense from neck to toe. I wanted to relax but kept thinking about that kiss. Oh,

Frost, his low voice said.

reflexively.“Yes, Sir? Do you need

bottle of

away.” I took a bottle from the car’s refrigerator, opened it, and offered it

small sips. Relax; don’t dwell on your mistakes.” City lights streamed past the window, my cheeks flushed crimson. I sat up straight, gulping down a large

Frost made a mistake? When?

the yacht. It was a luxurious three–decker, all white. The first floor was

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floor, guest rooms; the top deck had a

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enthusiastically, making my skin crawl. Ten or so other

my granddaughter, Olivia Huang. She’s twenty–one, just back from studying art in the US; she graduated from the same university as Mr. Jones.” Huang Kaihao introduced her

watching through the glass doors. Exchanging glances… there was a

him, completely captivated; seeing his tall,

mentioned this, the CEO wouldn’t have come,” Zach said helplessly.

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said. “If they like each