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?”

sober you up, but the kitchen was closed. When I returned, you suddenly pulled

the images she had

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

his response, she hoped he wouldn’t

now on ensuring everything went smoothly when

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

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before she could utter a word, he spoke coldly. “Did you

away last night?”

“I

evident in his eyes, Evan continued. “You truly

swiftly made his way to their room, slamming the door with a resounding

standing at the entrance, bewildered and

fathom what she had done to trigger such a tantrum. Evan had been

downstairs for breakfast before setting off to

themselves outside the ward, allowing her

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

and sobbing.

went up to ask. “Mom? What’s wrong?”

hurriedly wiped away her tears upon seeing Caroline

racing as she considered her next question.

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

“Mom, did he

more money?”

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

him too many favors. We’ve burdened him enough; we

complex. She knew all too well that her father would inevitably return, seeking money once

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determined declaration. “Let me handle

stared at her in disbelief. “What

she stated