Trapped in Love

Lily immediately went to greet him. “Mr. Jordan, welcome back.”

Evan handed his coat to her. “Where is she?”

Lily replied, “Ms. Shenton just went upstairs. She didn’t eat much. It seems like she’s in a bad mood.”

Evan furrowed his brows. He hadn’t even asked her why she pushed Daniella, yet she was already in a sour mood.

Glancing at the nearly untouched dishes on the table, he ascended the stairs with a cold expression and knocked on the door without much emotion.

Shortly after, Caroline opened the door. Observing the cold man standing outside, she asked nonchalantly, “Mr. Jordan, is there something I can assist you with?”

Evan grew irritated at her distant demeanor. “Shouldn’t you provide me with an explanation?” he questioned.

Caroline kept her gaze lowered. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Evan narrowed his eyes. “Caroline, stop asking the obvious and testing my patience!”

However, Caroline chuckled. Suddenly, she lifted her head and stared directly at him. “Well, even if I had the courage to do so, would you believe me?”

Evan responded icily, “So, that’s why you refuse to explain? Caroline, she sprained her ankle because of you!”

Caroline struggled to contain her laughter.

He had already deemed her guilty from the very beginning, so what was the point of asking so many questions?

Caroline faked a smile. “You posed the question yourself. You just want me to confess that I pushed her, right? Well, there you have it. I’m such a wicked woman.”

having relationships with other men? Didn’t he sympathize with his first love? Since he despised her

admitting her mistake only fueled his

grabbed her, pulling

aggressively and delivered a painful bite. A cry of pain

met with an even

an object for his amusement. Bitter tears streamed down her face as she resigned

of sorrow and turmoil filled his eyes as he saw the tears clinging to her long eyelashes. His brows furrowing deeply with a blend of concern and inner

but feel that something was slipping

thought quickly gave way to a surge of

he bellowed, “Does

bowed and her feet rooted

spun around and stormed away in a fit of

long, the sound of a car engine

of the window in a

to be a substitute, but now she realized her limits—she refused to become

*

of the private room at the Wild Sides club, two men exchanged dismayed glances as Evan

silence for a while. Eventually, one of them could no longer

and remarked, “Evan, did you once again find

shot him a cold

fell silent and shot a quick glance at Lucas Jensen, who was

and spoke up, “Evan, why didn’t you bring your secretary

face. “Mention her again, and you’re gonna

up, putting