Love's Tangled Web by Donna Taylor

Chapter 359

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If that was the case, no matter how tough it got, he wouldn’t let her slip away again! No matter the struggle, he was willing to fight for her to stay by his side!

Alex changed his clothes and quietly closed the bedroom door behind him. As he walked into the living room, someone outside abruptly swung open the suite’s door.

Aaron was the first to enter, and his eyes immediately landed on his sister’s purse sprawled across the sofa. His gaze slowly drifted toward the bedroom door, where he locked eyes with Alex, whose eyes glinted with a hint of red.

Alex remained silent, calmly buttoning up his shirt. The visible marks on his neck, trailing down to his chest, told a story that everyone could read–after all, they were adults.

“You jerk!” Aaron suddenly shouted, grabbing Alex by the collar and throwing a solid punch at him.

Alex didn’t dodge or strike back. His lack of response confirmed Aaron’s suspicions. Enraged, Aaron threw another punch.

“Taking advantage of someone’s vulnerability? What kind of man are you?” Aaron shouted, yanking Alex’s collar and pushing -him back against the living room sofa, letting loose a barrage of anger.

hallway, spilling into the living room, but no one dared to intervene. The faces of the

to please. No one in the room dared to provoke the Thompson siblings–doing so

voice desperate as he tried to explain himself amidst

locked in an intense glare with Alex.

from the corner of his mouth, his chest rising and

self–control. He’d brought his sister to Jinerity and failed to protect her. This

the Janssen family at the door. “If we don’t find out who did

stepped forward. “We will definitely give you,

satisfactory answer!”

I’m not

Grant family a

was in turmoil after multiple incidents involving the Thompson and Grant families. Meanwhile, Quinlee,

give Diana a dose of her own medicine. How had things spiraled out

like this?

prepared, Quinlee hadn’t actually drugged Alex.

had made preparations; whatever inquiry was to come wouldn’t trace

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