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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something reckless, I urged the driver to lock the doors. Sure enough, Ann tried to

with Ann’s dangerous antics, Evan remained impassive, utterly

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

my own past heartaches. I sighed, pulling out

Evan frowned at

same! Either cheating on their wives or cold

my indignant

without a backward glance. He really *was* leaving her! I sighed, turning to Ann.“Ms. Maxwell, let

moment before murmuring, “No need

was another bed

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