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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only took orders from Evan. Worried she’d do something reckless, I urged the driver

dangerous antics, Evan remained impassive, utterly detached.

me so much…” Ann broke down, curling up, burying her face in her knees, her sorrow palpable.

sobs reminded me of my own past heartaches. I sighed, pulling out a tissue and quietly offered it to

Evan frowned

retracted my hand. Humph, men are all the same! Either

my indignant

Evan got out, walking away without a backward glance. He really *was* leaving her! I sighed, turning

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

another bed in the

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