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.

Menu

I urged the driver to lock the doors. Sure

dangerous antics, Evan

me so much…” Ann broke down, curling up,

I sighed, pulling out a tissue and

Evan frowned

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

seeing my indignant expression, actually

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

murmuring, “No need for a separate room. I’ll stay

I agreed. There was another

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