Infidelity: His Regret, My Revenge – A Twisted Love Story You Can't Ignore

Chapter 149

Me. There’s only fruit.

Evan’s brow relaxed, he nodded slightly. I thought he wouldn’t eat, but… he called for groceries. What time was it? How hungry was he? By the time the groceries arrived and I’d finished cooking, it was II PM. Evan are heartily Warching him, I thought my cooking skills might be better than I realized; better than Gary’s–Michelin star worthy. At 11:45 PM, I was exhausted. I hadn’t slept well; I’d dozed off earlier. Seeing Evan go to the study, I didn’t ask what he needed, going straight to my room to shower and sleep.

Around 2 AM, a low growl woke me. I jumped up, opening the door to see a sliver of light from the bedroom–a floor lamp. I pushed the door open. The scene shocked me. Evan stood there, furious. On the floor, Xiaonan, in a white see–through nightgown, was crying, her hair disheveled.

I realized what had happened and grabbed a towel from the bathroom, wrapping it around her, and asked sternly, “How did you get in here?”

Xiaonan just sobbed, saying nothing. Yuan Xinjiang had clearly sent her. He could easily access the villa. This was outrageous. Such things should be consensual, at least semi–consensual. Evan clearly didn’t want this; Yuan Xinjiang kept pushing, drugging him failing, then sending Xiaonan in the middle of the night. Did Evan lose control in his half–sleep? What was Yuan Xinjiang thinking?!

here,” Evan said disgustedly, not wanting to look at

helped her up, taking her downstairs, annoyed

eyes red, looked at me pitifully.“Sister, if I go back, Mr. Yuan will give me to those men.”

do you want?” I

arm, as if she’d found a savior.“You’re kind, like Sister Keller. I know you don’t want to sleep with the CEO. If you help me, once I become his lover, I’ll speak well of you. I’ll do anything you want.”

I suppressed my amusement and

kicked in yet. But once it does, he

face turned pale. I cut her off, dragging her to the door and shoving

mind you,

big enemy

“Get lost!” I slammed the door, having no time