hapter 32

Chapter 32

A long arm intercepted Ann Maxwell’s near–collapse onto Evan.“Ann Maxwell, I know you’re not drunk. Stop. pretending!” His patience had run out; his anger was undisguised.

Ann opened her eyes, her gaze clear, yet tinged with resentment. “Is that how it is?” she countered.

“That’s “my line,” Evan’s voice was cold, brooking no argument. “Either sit properly, or get out of the car!”

The driver didn’t dare breathe. I risked a glance in the rearview mirror. Ann stubbornly stared, her eyes misting, fighting back tears.

“Stop the car!” she shouted.

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Evan. Worried she’d do something reckless, I urged the driver to lock the doors. Sure enough, Ann tried to

Ann’s dangerous antics, Evan remained

curling up, burying

own past heartaches. I sighed, pulling

Evan frowned

retracted my hand. Humph, men are all the same! Either cheating on their wives or cold and heartless!

indignant expression, actually

glance. He really *was* leaving her! I sighed, turning to Ann.“Ms. Maxwell, let me get you

murmuring, “No need for

was another bed

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