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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Evan. Worried she’d do something reckless, I

Evan remained impassive, utterly detached.

up, burying her face in her

I sighed, pulling out a tissue and quietly

frowned at me.

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

indignant expression, actually smiled.

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

her gaze, silent for a long moment before murmuring, “No need for a separate room.

I agreed. There was another bed in the suite anyway.

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