Chapter 178
Infidelity: His Regret, My Revenge – A Twisted Love Story You Can't Ignore
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âReally?â
I looked like I was about to cry or laugh âBut people say that evil people live longâ
Evan glanced at me.âDo you believe them, or me?â
âYou.â
I had to choose him. And he did have a persuasive way of speaking.
He slowed the car, looking at me, a smile playing on his lips. His voice was soft.âThatâs my girl Those words seemed to have magical power. My chest felt warm; I felt like a devour follower. Trusting my own boss wouldnât hurt, right?
I looked outside, realizing we were going to the company.âUm, you may drop me off on the side; Iâll walk in âWhat? Are you ashamed to be seen with me?â
âIt hurts, Olivia.â
â...Iâm sorry. Donât say it, please!â
I conceded defeat. The car didnât stop by the roadside; it went straight to the company parking garage.
I kept a lookout. Besides worrying about rumors, I felt slightly guilty. Thinking no one had seen us, I confidently got out of the passenger seat. Someone got out of a car two parking spaces away. We both turned at the same time, our eyes meeting.
âHello, Mr. Wayne.â
My smile felt strained.
Leon Wayne was about to respond when he saw someone got out of the driverâs seat; his expression became shocked. 1 saw him look at me, then Evan, with an expression of grief, as if a siren was destroying Jones Group.
Within hours, the rumors of Evan driving me to work, my successful seduction, and his excessive pampering would spread throughout the company.
I sighed deeply. In the elevator, Mr. Wayne cheerfully asked, âMs. Frost, you and Mr. Jones live in the same direction?â
âWe live...â
Before I could finish, Evan said flatly, âDo we need to tell you if we live together?â
Mr. Wayneâs eyes nearly popped out: They already live together!!
I was also shocked: Why is Evan spreading rumors himself?
I quickly explained, âMr. Wayne, donât misunderstand; we live in the same neighborhood, not together.â
Mr. Wayne responded superficially, âAh, ah, I see.â
Leonâs inner thoughts: Save it. Mr. Jones already said that. Even if you donât live together, you sleep together! You siren! A true scheming enchantress!
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I tried to explain further, then saw him texting. I boldly peeked and saw the name of Evanâs father. No way!! He was reporting to Evanâs father!
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< Chapter178 $9486 âMr. Wayne!â I called out angrily, He was startled, quickly putting away his phone. Reaching his floor, he exited. I tried to follow, feeling the need to clarify this, or things would get increasingly ridiculous.
Before I could take a step, Evan pulled me back, âWhere are you going? We havenât reached our floor yet,â
The elevator doors closed.
âHe was texting your father!â
âDo you think this is the first time?â
и âBut this time is special; he has concrete evidence.â
P 348 That is all your fault!
Exiting the elevator, I felt aged. Evan comforted me, âDonât worry; if it gets out of hand, and you canât handle it, I will.â
I didnât ask him how he would handle it. It felt... like a trap.
Back in my office, I rubbed my temples. Since Evanâs father had already heard the rumors and hadnât called me, he probably didnât believe them.
In the afternoon, instead of a call from Evanâs father, I received a call from the his mother. Her voice was gentle and pleasant;
she was clearly cultured. After the pleasantries, she stated her purpose.
âMs. Frost, does Evan have any plans tonight?â
I checked my schedule.âNo, Mrs. Jones.â
Vivian said, âThen add one. Tell him about the blind date Iâve arranged. Iâll text you the time and place; remind him.â
âYes.â
Apparently, it was a reminder to me. It was coming; the Jones were taking the rumors seriously.
Hanging up, I went to Evanâs office. No one answered; I remembered he was usually napping at this time, and returned to my office.
When the time was right, I called Zach to see if Evan was awake.
He said, âCrap. Iâm not at the office. You have to wake him yourself.â
What?! Donât scare me, Zach!!
Zach seemed to sense my panic.â...Be careful.â
We were silent for a moment. I went to Evanâs office with a heave heart. This was my second time waking him up from a nap since Singapore; the last time was... complicated.
But considering it was Zachâs daily routine, I calmed down. Iâd overcome a terrifying night; it wasnât a big deal!
When I opened the door to Evanâs rest room and was about to call him, I found... he was wearing earplugs! Was he preventing us from disturbing him...?
Besides feeling sympathy for Zach, I bent down to remove Evanâs earplugs. Getting closer to his ears, I carefully removed them.
Remembering the last time, I kept a distance from his face. Then, I said loudly, âMr. Jones, please wake up!â
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* ChapteYN Fis movement. The sleeping beauty remained asleep. But my voice... even the neighbors could hear it. My boss remained sleep ç¾å°å¾é©å¸ Could somsons sleep this soundly? I called again, lonrefly, but he seemed unconscious! I suspected he wasnât asleep; he just didnât want to work!
I looked around the room, seeing a pair of cuffs on the bedside table. Should I prick him? Heh, would I be fired?