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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driver, naturally, didn’t dare. He only took orders from 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 her face in

I sighed,

Evan frowned at

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

seeing my indignant expression, actually

the hotel. Evan got out, walking away without a backward glance. He really *was* leaving

long moment before murmuring,

was another bed in

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