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?”

been drinking too. I realized it wasn’t safe to drive you home, so I brought you here. I intended to get some honey water to help sober you up, but the kitchen was closed.

she recalled the images she had seen on the security camera

fists clenched tightly as he spoke, ‘Daniella, I’ll make it up to you,

she hoped he wouldn’t recall Caroline’s

ensuring everything went smoothly when her adoptive parents–who had

showering when Evan returned home. She crossed paths. with him, an instinctive desire to ask about his well–being tugged at

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spoke coldly. “Did

away last night?”

“I do.”

in his eyes, Evan continued. “You truly are something, Caroline.

made his way to their room, slamming the

the entrance,

what she had done to trigger such a tantrum. Evan had been fine the previous

dwell on it, she headed downstairs for

the ward, allowing her to

painfully at the sight of her pale and tearful mother,

bed and

to

away her tears upon seeing Caroline and choked out, “You’re

as she considered her next

not talk about him, Carol. Please, let’s not.”

to simmer within Caroline. “Mom, did he cause trouble for

more money?”

it, Carol. I’ve already paid Doctor Wilson back.”

burdened him enough;

emotions were complex. She knew all too well that her father would inevitably return, seeking money once more, given his character.

Soon

declaration. “Let me handle it, Mom. I won’t allow

in disbelief. “What are you going to do,

police,” she stated firmly.