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

antics, Evan remained impassive, utterly detached.

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

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

Frost!” Evan frowned

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

seeing my indignant expression, actually

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

moment before murmuring, “No need for

agreed. There was another bed in

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