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.

Menu

do something reckless, I urged the driver to lock

dangerous antics, Evan remained impassive, utterly

up, burying her face

of my own past heartaches. I sighed, pulling out a tissue and quietly offered

Frost!” Evan frowned

hand. Humph, men are all the same! Either cheating

seeing my indignant expression, actually

the hotel. Evan got out, walking away without a backward glance. He really *was* leaving her! I sighed, turning to Ann.“Ms. Maxwell, let me get you a

gaze, silent for a long moment before murmuring, “No need for a separate room. I’ll stay

another bed in the suite

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