As they walked through the front entrance of the hotel, Jolene steadily held onto the smile on her face.
She escorted Mrs. Evert to her car. Right before she could shut the door, the woman reached for her hand once more.
âTomorrow night at seven oâclock. Go to the cafe on the first floor of Lofan Company. Donât forget, Miss Marshâ
âThank you, Mrs. Evert, Iâll definitely be there,â she answered obediently.
At last, the car drove off with Mrs. Evert. However, Joleneâs smile still stayed put. Bowen and Viona were still getting ready to leave.
It wasnât until Bowenâs car left did she finally allow herself to relax. She felt her entire body slump forward.
Mrs. Evertâs message couldnât have been clearer.
As she was worried that sheâd be an obstacle to Bowen and Vionaâs marriage, the woman was more than eager to get rid of her.
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18 230 Nouchers The son of the Evert familyâs gardener.
She was always going to be one place below them. It was her destiny.
She wasnât angry, though. After all, it was normal to have different classes. It was simply a fact of history.
Knowing oneâs place was for the best.
Donât overstep your boundaries.
Releasing a long sigh that sheâd been bottling up, Jolene trekked over to the parking lot to find her car.
Once she settled into her seat, she didnât move for a long time.
she She hadnât eaten all night. As soon as she got home, prepared herself a bowl of noodles. She shouldâve been starving but instead found herself struggling to finish even half of it.
Her eyes landed on a slim fountain pen atop the table. It was Bowenâs.
1 Maybe he took it out last night and forgot to retrieve it before heading out.
After a moment of thought, she carefully placed it inside her bag. Sheâll return it tomorrow at work.
Itâs not like heâll be coming to visit.
Last night, heâd broken his own rules and stayed the night. Maybe it was his way of saying goodbye.
Before going to bed, Jolene decided to call her mother.
When she answered, her motherâs voice was low. âHeâs still up. Are you doing okay? Iâll call you in the morning.â
The man she was referring to was Joleneâs stepfather.
In her eyes, she thought he was the incarnation of the devil.
Unfortunately, she couldnât deny that heâd been the one to raise her and her brother. It was because of him that theyâd been able to attend college.
Without another word, she hung up the phone.
It didnât take long before she drifted off into a deep sleep.
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A little after midnight, she awoke to her doorbell being rung.
As a light sleeper, she was up right away.
She peered out her window and spotted a tall figure standing outside her garden.
Was that⦠Bowen?
She glanced at the clock ticking away on her wall. 1:30 AM.
What is he doing here at this hour?
Throwing on a more presentable outfit, she hurried downstairs and yanked open the door.
It had been drizzling outside, and Bowenâs clothes were slightly damp.
Just as she was about to question his abrupt appearance at such a late hour, his arms came up to wrap her in an embrace.
His lips enveloped hers.
This kiss felt fiercer and more impatient than usual.
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His teeth crashed against her mouth.
She caught a whiff of alcohol.
So heâd been drinking.
1 In his intoxicated madness, he continued to kiss her to the point of breathlessness.
She was sure that, if she hadnât pushed him away after a while, he wouldâve done her right then and there in the garden.
He scooped her up and strode through her door, not even bothering to remove his shoes. He made a beeline for her room and wasted no time in pinning her down on her bed. The soft blankets cushioned her impact.
Tonight, this version of Bowen was demanding for her attention.
He planted kiss after kiss, leaving behind a strawberry field of red marks.
Jolene quickly blocked the next one. âItâs too hot for me to cover up with a turtleneck or scarf tomorrow.â
He finally released her.
However, it wasnât before he leaned forward and nibbled at a spot on her chest.
When he pulled away, he left behind a round bruise with slight teeth marks.
Afterward, as she lay across his chest, she couldnât help but let out a laugh.
âMr. Evert, you owe me a little more tonight. Iâve sacrificed too much of myself today