Trapped in Love By Kitty Song

Chapter 8 Terminating the Contract Prematurely

Dr. Wilson averted his gaze and looked at Caroline. He nodded and departed.

Recognizing it was inappropriate for him to linger, Reuben tactfully made his way to the elevator and patiently waited.

The ensuing silence weighed heavily upon Caroline. She mustered the courage to speak, “Mr. Jordan…”

“What do you gain from all this?” Evan coldly interjected.

He turned away, his eyes hinting at mockery. “Do you expect my sympathy in return?”

Caroline stood there, stunned. “Mr. Jordan, I don’t understand what you mean!”

Evan lowered his gaze, peering down at Caroline, who stood a head shorter than him. His handsome face radiated an icy coldness.

His eyes, like thin ice, reflected a frigid glint as he uttered with a chilling tone, “Don’t you find your attempts to elicit sympathy and portray yourself as pitiful quite juvenile? Or perhaps you feel that what I have provided you with isn’t enough, and now you seek connections with a doctor to secure free treatment for your mother?”

Evan’s words pierced Caroline’s heart like a knife.

The pain was suffocating, almost unbearable.

She hadn’t even known about her fever, so how could she have feigned it?

It was clear now. Right from the start, she was nothing more than a crass fortune hunter in his eyes!

Caroline clenched her fists, determined to maintain composure.

“Mr. Jordan, what kind of response do you expect

and bureaucratic reply

step forward, his sharp eyes prying

you dare to engage in an ambiguous relationship with another man before our relationship ends, you’d better be ready to

palms, yet her tone remained calm. “Mr. Jordan, the contract terms are clear. Once the person

showed her

did she challenge Evan, and in his eyes, she

time Caroline had fiercely

loomed over her, his iron-like fingers gripping her chin. “Caroline,

After years of obedience, could her defiance truly provoke

Caroline’s lips. “Thank

grip. “You want to terminate the contract prematurely, don’t you? Caroline, I won’t allow

Evan released his

anger transformed into disgust in his gaze

slowly sank down

*

to the ward. After spending a few more hours

was situated in an aging neighborhood. The house she had purchased for her mother earlier had been sold by her father

was this dilapidated and

the second floor and opened the

the scattered wine bottles on the

up, Caroline settled herself in front of her computer. Just then, a message

taking too long this time. My boss is on the verge

lately.

in the fashion design

Caroline would also take on freelance fashion design projects

other party swiftly replied. [G, with your exceptional talent in design, if you pursue it wholeheartedly, you could become an