Trapped in Love

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.

Jordan, what kind of response do you expect

distant and bureaucratic reply

he took a step forward, his sharp eyes prying into

engage in an ambiguous relationship with

“Mr. Jordan, the contract terms are clear. Once the person you sought returns, the contract terminates, granting me freedom to

showed

and in his eyes, she should submit

first time Caroline had fiercely stood up to

his iron-like fingers gripping her chin. “Caroline, have you become

welled up in Caroline’s eyes. After years of obedience, could

smile played on Caroline’s lips. “Thank you for the compliment,

tightened his grip. “You want to terminate the contract prematurely, don’t

Evan

an instant, anger transformed into disgust in his gaze as he

sank down as tears streamed down her

*

gathered herself and made her way back to the ward. After spending a few more hours with her mother, she returned

aging neighborhood. The house she had purchased for her mother earlier

was this dilapidated and

ascended to the second floor and opened the door. Immediately, the stench of alcohol

the scattered wine bottles on the floor and let out

herself in front of her computer. Just

long this time. My boss is

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

the fashion design draft she

addition to her role as Evan’s personal secretary, Caroline would also take on freelance fashion design projects