Trapped in Love

Chapter 43 Ungrateful Daughter

Daniella opened the door and walked into the room in her heels.

As she observed the man soundly asleep in bed, she discarded her clothes without hesitation, allowing them to fall carelessly onto the floor. She gingerly climbed into the bed, mindful not to

disturb his slumber.

She slept soundly until 7 a.m…

Suddenly, Evan’s eyes fluttered open from an upset tummy, his face contorted with discomfort.

He frowned when he realized that he was in a hotel room

“Mmph… Evan, you’re awake?” Daniella’s voice filled the air, carrying a hint of sleepiness as she gazed at him sheepishly.

In that moment, a rush of memories from the previous night flooded Evan’s mind. He recalled the

ringing of the doorbell, his hazy consciousness as he stumbled towards the entrance, and pulling

someone inside upon recognizing a familiar voice. He had mistaken Daniella for Caroline–his

heart sank.

Annoyed, Evan threw off the blanket and rose from the bed, his frustration evident on his

handsome face.

With disappointment evident in her voice, Daniella quickly sat up. “Evan! Do you despise me to the extent that you don’t want to be intimate with me?”

Evan’s handsome face stiffened, his voice ice–cold. “Did you bring me here?”

brought you here. I intended to get some honey water to help sober you up, but the kitchen was closed. When I returned, you suddenly pulled me in and things escalated… Evan,

recalled the images she had seen on the security camera

he spoke, ‘Daniella, I’ll make it up to you, but not right now.”

his response, she hoped he wouldn’t recall Caroline’s presence.

ensuring everything went smoothly when her adoptive parents–who had promised

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utter a word, he spoke coldly. “Did you know that Daniella took me

away last night?”

nodded. “I

evident in his eyes, Evan continued. “You

made his way to their room, slamming the door with

the entrance,

Evan had been fine the previous night, but this morning, he seemed

headed downstairs for breakfast before setting off to the hospital.

the ward,

squeezed painfully at the sight of her pale and tearful mother, Katie,

and

quickly went up to

wiped away her tears upon seeing

racing as she considered her next question. “Was Dad

escaped Katie’s lips. “Let’s not talk about him, Carol. Please, let’s not.”

did he cause trouble for you again? Did

more money?”

it, Carol. I’ve already paid Doctor Wilson

many favors. We’ve burdened him enough;

inevitably return, seeking money once more, given

Soon

me handle

“What are you

the police,” she stated firmly.