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.

what kind of response

distant and bureaucratic

took a step

if you dare to engage in an ambiguous relationship with

are clear. Once the person you sought returns,

showed

Evan, and in his eyes, she should

the first time Caroline had fiercely

iron-like fingers

eyes. After years of

cold smile played on Caroline’s lips. “Thank you

terminate the contract prematurely, don’t you? Caroline, I won’t

Evan released

disgust in his gaze as

against the wall, slowly sank down as tears streamed

*

After spending a few more hours with her mother, she returned to

had purchased for her mother earlier had been sold by her father to settle his

all that remained was this dilapidated and cramped dwelling, barely spanning 60

and opened the door. Immediately, the stench of alcohol assaulted

the doorway, she surveyed the scattered wine bottles on the

Caroline settled herself in front of her

long this time. My boss is on the verge

replied. [I apologize. I’ve been occupied lately. Please give me another half

sending her response, Caroline buried her head in the

take on

you could become an internationally renowned designer in no time.