Chapter 642

Warner froze in his tracks, that all–too–familiar look of impatience creeping back onto his face.

Evadne let go of Thaddeus‘ hand and marched up to Warner with the speed of a tempest.

The next second, her slender arm swung through the air, her fiery blue eyes blazing with fury as she slapped the privileged man across the face–not once, but twice!

The sound resonated, leaving the onlookers, including Thaddeus, in shock.

Warner himself was stunned beyond belief, and it wasn’t until the sting on his cheek flared up and blood trickled from the corner of his mouth that he fully grasped what had happened.

He had been slapped!

“Evadne!” Warner covered his face with his hands, his voice shaking with rage as he struggled to hold back his fury.

Thaddeus strode over with long, determined steps, wrapping his protective arms around Evadne, his gaze upon Warner dark and foreboding.

his spine, the pain on his face momentarily forgotten under the

if you think you can strut around the Ashbourne estate and walk out

here for this!” Aviana almost cheered out

up to this jerk now, she’d be serving up a plate of Lionel’s “Golden Grains” to this

Chasel’s eyes brimmed

was ironic, really.

never felt among the Brights, he found within the walls of the Ashbourne

Evadne’s anger flared as she thought of the humiliation Suri had to endure. “I don’t care about the Bright family’s ridiculous rules. This is my home, and Suri is my family. You dare to humiliate her

defiance was

with pride yet concerned that her hand might be in pain.

an intellectual and industry elite, had never suffered such an

face, his voice shaking, “You’ve benefited from the Bright family’s generosity, and you dare

eyes darkened, his lips barely moving. “As you say, it was Suri who sought the medicine for Evadne. The debt of gratitude is owed to Suri, and by extension, York. What

as dark as the bottom of a pan, stormed off

her voice icy, “You say I owe the Bright family? Fine, then take my womb. It’s useless to me. I don’t want children.

“Lunatic!”

retreat. Chasel took one

body stood upright by the railing, and his hands, which were holding the blue veins on the railing,

pain tugged at

spat hard on the ground and spat out a mouthful of

could be seen that Evadne was really

eyes, and the corners of his lips couldn’t stop

him with hatred, and his teeth were about to break. “When I get home and

left the Silverlake Harbor, the atmosphere seemed to lose some

the hell is Emeric when his own wife

cramp with pain. “He gets himself enemies, and

soothe her, “Evadne, don’t be hard

fell silent.

work, or even reporting for duty, sounded better than going

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