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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orders from Evan. Worried she’d do something reckless, I urged the driver

Evan remained impassive, utterly

down, curling up, burying her face

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

Evan frowned at

same! Either cheating on their

my indignant

backward glance. He really *was* leaving her!

moment before murmuring, “No need

agreed. There was another bed in the suite anyway.

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