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

Ann’s dangerous antics, Evan

broke down, curling up, burying her face in

of my own past heartaches. I sighed, pulling out a

Evan frowned

same! Either cheating on their wives or cold and heartless!

seeing my indignant expression,

really *was* leaving her! I sighed, turning to Ann.“Ms.

her gaze, silent for a long moment before murmuring, “No need for a

was another bed in the suite

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