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.”

for having relationships with other men? Didn’t he sympathize with his first love? Since he despised her so, he should just

her exuding confidence even after admitting her mistake only fueled

pulling her

bite. A cry of pain escaped Caroline’s lips, and

him away but her futile attempts were met with an even tighter grip as he continued to

than an object for his amusement. Bitter tears streamed down her face as she resigned herself to endure his

abruptly released his grip. A mix 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

feel that something was

way to a surge of anger, evident in the

bellowed, “Does

silent with her head bowed and her feet

stubbornness, he spun around and stormed away

the sound of a car engine

looked out of the window

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

*

the confines of the private room at the Wild Sides

endured the stifling tension and icy atmosphere, sitting in silence for a while. Eventually, one of them could no

Price approached Evan and remarked, “Evan, did you once

shot him a cold glare. “Watch your

a quick glance at Lucas Jensen,

why didn’t you bring your

her again, and you’re

he swiftly stood up, putting as much