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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dare. He only took orders from Evan. Worried she’d do something reckless, I urged the driver to lock the doors. Sure enough,

dangerous antics, Evan remained

broke down, curling up, burying her face in her knees, her

sighed, pulling out a tissue and quietly offered it to

frowned at me.

are all the same! Either cheating on their wives or cold

indignant expression, actually

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, let me

long moment before murmuring, “No need for a separate room. I’ll stay in yours.”

I agreed. There was another bed

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