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.

“Mr. Jordan, what

bureaucratic reply fueled

a step

And if you dare to engage in an ambiguous relationship with another man before our

the contract terms are clear. Once the person you sought returns, the contract terminates, granting me

showed her true

did she challenge Evan, and in his

first time Caroline

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

years of obedience, could her defiance

on Caroline’s lips. “Thank you

his grip. “You want to terminate the contract prematurely,

Evan released his

in his gaze as

wall, slowly sank down as tears streamed down her

*

way back to the ward. After spending a few

she had purchased for her mother earlier

that remained was this dilapidated and cramped dwelling, barely spanning

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

she surveyed the scattered wine bottles on the

herself in front of her computer. Just then, a message popped

you’re taking too long this time. My boss is on

I’ve been occupied lately. Please give

Caroline buried her head in the fashion design draft she had been working

Caroline would also take on freelance

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