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?”

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

had seen on the security camera and lied.

clenched tightly as he spoke, ‘Daniella, I’ll make it

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

smoothly when her adoptive

just finished showering when Evan returned home. She crossed paths. with him, an instinctive desire to ask

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

away last night?”

“I do.”

disappointment evident in his eyes, Evan continued. “You truly

their room, slamming the door with a resounding thud,

at the entrance,

trigger such a tantrum. Evan had been fine the previous night,

headed downstairs for breakfast

ward, allowing her to enter alone.

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

and sobbing.

quickly went up to ask.

her tears upon seeing Caroline

as she considered her next question. “Was Dad

sigh escaped Katie’s lips. “Let’s not talk about him, Carol.

Caroline. “Mom, did he cause

more money?”

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

We’ve burdened him enough; we can

father would inevitably return, seeking

Soon

a deep breath, she made a determined declaration. “Let me handle it, Mom.

her in disbelief. “What are you going to do,

the police,” she stated