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

bureaucratic reply fueled Evan’s

a step forward, his sharp eyes prying into her

job diligently. And if you dare to engage in an ambiguous relationship with another man before our relationship ends, you’d better be ready

her palms, yet her tone remained calm. “Mr. Jordan, the contract terms are clear. Once the person you sought returns, the contract

Caroline showed her

and in his eyes, she should

Caroline had

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

of obedience, could

lips. “Thank you for the compliment,

“You want to terminate the contract prematurely, don’t you?

that, Evan

instant, anger transformed into disgust in his gaze as he forcefully pushed Caroline

wall, slowly sank down as tears streamed down her

*

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

house she had purchased for her mother earlier had

this dilapidated and cramped dwelling, barely spanning 60 square

opened the

surveyed the scattered wine bottles on the floor and let out a weary

front of her computer. Just then, a

time. My boss is on the verge of

apologize. I’ve been occupied lately.

head in the

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