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.

down his spine, the pain on his face

he is to you, but to me, he’s my brother, my friend! You hit him, you hit me. And if you think you can strut around

Go, Evadne! I’m so here for this!”

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

Chasel’s eyes brimmed

ironic, really.

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

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 like this? Do you think

was palpable.

with pride yet concerned that her hand might be in

an intellectual and industry elite, had never suffered such an indignity.

his voice shaking, “You’ve benefited from the Bright family’s generosity, and you dare raise your hand against me? You’re ungrateful! The Ashbourne family, all

darkened, his lips barely moving. “As you say, it was Suri who sought the medicine for Evadne. The debt of

face as dark as the bottom of a

as the winter moon, her voice icy, “You say I owe the Bright family? Fine, then take my womb. It’s useless to me. I

“Lunatic!”

as he made a hasty retreat. Chasel took one last deep look at Evadne, no longer

upright by the railing, and his hands, which were

pain tugged at

spat hard on

Evadne was really

saw it in his eyes, and the corners of his lips

his teeth were about to break. “When I

Chasel left the Silverlake Harbor, the atmosphere

when his own wife is being

to cramp with pain. “He gets himself enemies, and

to soothe her, “Evadne, don’t be hard on

room fell silent.

reporting for duty, sounded better than going to work

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