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Chapter 713 Put on Your Clothes and Get Out
Chapter 713 Put on Your Clothes and Get Out
Evelyn took a deep breath, pretended to be calm, and looked up at him. Her tone was cold and ruthless, “What’s wrong? Don’t you want to sleep with me? Now that I’m done, I’m going to see Lucas. Am I going to put on a full show?”
She felt disgusted with herself for uttering those words, as it disgusted him as well. She wanted to completely give up, to make herself give up, and to make him give up as well. Only in this way would everything that happened earlier seem logical and reasonable.
She had done it, and her disguise had been very successful.
Upon hearing her words, Huston remained silent for a full two minutes, staring at her intensely. He fixed his gaze on her face, which had just been flushed and breathless moments ago, now filled with scorn and disdain.
She felt a chill run down her spine under his gaze. Just as she was about to speak, he suddenly laughed.
A deep laugh came from his chest, but it didn’t make people feel happy. His expression turned gloomy, and he looked at her indifferently, “You want to make a deal with me by making sex with me?”
current situation, maling it some but compeal. If one dody’s knows the context of their previous conversation, they midd have appeared as if they were engaged in a transaction
In an instant, a terrifying aura cimated from him, and the atmosphere in the room turned ceric and menacing. Evelyn noticed the prominent veins on the back of his hand, and she didn’t even dare to look at him, fearing that she would be struck at any moment.
However, her fears did not materialize, Despite his menacing demeanor, he couldn’t bring himself to lay a hand on her, let alone exert any force.
He could only resort to verbal humiliation, making her taste the bitterness of her own words.
“You’re turning thirty next year. You’re not a young girl anymore. You have so much confidence in yourself, thinking that if you sleep with me once, I’ll hand Lucas over to you. I can’t even remember all the nonsense I’ve said in bed over these five years, let alone the idea of giving Lucas to you,” His features were immersed in a gloomy aura as he spoke each word with cold precision, “I admit that I have a physical response to you, but it doesn’t mean that you’re the only one for me.”
Evelyn knew what the outcome would be when she uttered those words, so she wasn’t surprised. However, hearing them still stabbed her heart with pain.
He criticized her for being older, but who wasn’t? Miss Carter?
a great mother. Five years ago, you took the child away without asking if I wanted it or not. Now, five years later, you’re willing to do anything for the child, even if it means being in the next room or being beneath me.”
Each word he spoke felt like a dagger piercing into her heart. Evelyn could endure almost anything, except when it involved her child-it was her bottom line. Her face burned from his words, more than if she had been slapped. © NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.
Her eyes were red, but once this man became ruthless, he would
not care.
Huston tightly clenched the dress in his hand, seemingly suppressing the emotions surging within his chest. In the next moment, he fiercely hurled it at her, “Put on your clothes and get out!”
She couldn’t say a word, and she couldn’t even make a sound.
The atmosphere of tenderness and ambiguity vanished, leaving behind only torment and awkwardness.
Huston, after all, was a man, and he had fewer concerns and troubles. With his shirt torn, he casually grabbed a fresh patient gown from the wardrobe and put it on. He didn’t care how others might perceive him, walking out in this mismatched attire of a suit jacket and a patient gown.
Evelyn watched his heartless figure depart, feeling a bit dazed.
carried the remnants of theownsatoms he heat dom Leland, causing her to ache all over But now, she was alone in
the rosimy
The white wardrobe across the bed reflected a blurry image of herself, sitting there so desolately, pitiful, and sorrowful.
She fought back the tears, but they couldn’t be contained any longer. Embracing the blanket around her, she buried her head in the white sheets, suppressing her sobs, crying softly and mournfully.