Sophia Hamilton strode over, grabbed Evander Lancaster by the collar across the desk, and lifted him up. "Get out! Don’t sit in my seat!"
Knowing she was physically weak, Evander didn’t dare resist and obediently got up as Sophia pulled him out, one hand pressing against his belly, the other covering his mouth as he coughed incessantly.
"Serves you right! That’s what you get for sneaking food!" Sophia glared fiercely at Evander, circled the desk, walked in, opened the small cabinet, and put away the snacks on it. Her eyes glared viciously at Evander, who continued coughing, supporting himself against the desk. After coughing for a while longer, he finally tilted his head back and took a deep breath.
Sophia wrinkled her nose and snorted coldly.
Evander, having cald down, casually grabbed Sophia’s cup. "Don’t touch my stuff!"
Sophia lunged to snatch it back, but Evander backed away a little and gulped down the water. After drinking most of the cup, he felt slightly better and exhaled a long breath while placing the cup back. "Aren’t you worried your man might choke to death?"
"Humph! If you choke to death, it’s only fair! Who told you to sneak food!" Sophia sat back down, turned her small face to the side, clearly unwilling to engage with him.
"Little brat, such a cruel heart!" Evander flicked Sophia’s forehead across the desk, and she covered the flicked spot, glaring at him angrily.
Unintentionally, Evander’s lips curved up, feeling like he was back to the ti when he was pursuing her, where she was just as feisty as she was now.
"What did you have for lunch?" Evander leaned on the desk, one leg slightly bent with the toe placed in front of the other, looking at Sophia with fondness unknowingly filling his brows and eyes, his voice gentle.
"None of your business!" Sophia glared at him with annoyance.
Evander took a deep breath and sighed as he exhaled. "How many tis do I have to say it? What I said that day wasn’t my intention. At that mont..."
At this point, Evander paused, his gaze falling on the desk in front, a hint of self-mockery in his tilted lips. "Sophia, that day... you actually provoked , which is why I got so worked up. In my heart, there’s always been a taboo, sothing I can’t get over..."
"I provoked you?" Sophia interrupted Evander before he could finish, hands tucked into the pockets of her thin down jacket, leaning back in her chair, looking at Evander with a half-smile. "You sure know how to joke! Clearly, your actions with your cousin made people suspicious, and now you turn around and play the victim!"
Evander sighed again, lifting his handso eyebrows, his gaze shifting to Sophia, looking quite helpless. "No matter what, it’s my fault. I shouldn’t have treated you like that. I know I hurt your self-esteem."
"It’s useless to say this now. We’ve already broken up, so you don’t need to apologize."
Sophia’s hands, buried in her pockets, clenched together tightly, as she looked sowhere in the distance and spoke calmly.
Evander’s almond eyes tightened slightly, seeming as if his patience was worn out by her stubbornness, his handso face no longer showing the previous softness. Indeed, when Evander’s expression hardened, he could be quite intimidating.
His face taut, almond eyes gloomy, speaking through clenched teeth.
"Sophia Hamilton! Don’t push your luck! Even being angry should have its limits. Let tell you, my patience has its limitations!"
He rely said "get lost." There are countless couples who say worse things during argunts, but after the yelling and fighting, don’t they always make up?
Sophia’s small face turned cold too, staring into Evander’s gloomy almond eyes, and said coldly, "First of all, please understand that we’ve already broken up, so there’s no such thing as throwing a tantrum.
Secondly, you should rember, unless you’ve forgotten, it was you who told not to show up in front of you, so likewise, please stop appearing in front of . We should just part amicably; isn’t that better?"
"Don’t even think about it!" Evander leaned in, speaking through gritted teeth, "Sophia, I’ve told you, as long as I, Evander, don’t let go, you’ll be my woman for life!"
Sophia...
Cursed this man’s domineering nature, being thick-skinned and clueless about what a woman truly wants.
Not wanting to speak further with this emotionally inept man, Sophia withdrew her gaze and opened a binder, maintaining a cold expression, "You should leave now. I need to work, and I haven’t sold myself to you."
"Whether you’re sold or not isn’t up to you to decide!" Evander closed in again, but before he could say more, Nathan Moore’s office door opened, and Titus Zane stepped out with a thermos cup, hearing Evander’s threat, froze for a mont, and slightly raised his chin to speak.
"Secretary Hamilton, pack up, accompany shopping."
"Alright, Madam." Thrilled to escape Evander, Sophia was naturally pleased, closed the binder, placed it at the top right corner of the desk, and then stepped out from behind the secretary’s station.
Evander...
Watched helplessly as Sophia followed Titus into the office, unable to do anything.
On official grounds, Titus was the president’s wife, instructing her husband’s secretary was reasonable.
On personal grounds, she was his sister-in-law, so from whatever angle, he couldn’t stop them, and could only watch as Sophia carried her sling bag and followed Titus into the elevator.
Evander pushed the door open into Nathan Moore’s office, "Second Brother, I don’t think I’ve offended my sister-in-law, right? Her behavior today seems a bit off?"
It was obvious she deliberately took Sophia away, and she knew they were quarreling now.
"Don’t get started! I’ve been affected by association!" Without Titus around, Nathan dared to complain, turning his body to lean on the office chair, his long legs propped on the desk.
"Affected by association? What did my sister-in-law do to you?" Evander walked over, sat in front of the desk, and asked with confusion, resting one hand on the table.
"Ah, just because your woman had a miscarriage, she then claid that no man is ever good, and brought up an old incident from years ago." Nathan sighed deeply, tossed the pen in his hand onto the desk, intertwined his hands in front of him, and sighed forward.
"Hehe," Evander chuckled lightly, lowering his gaze to the desktop, "Ah, at last, I have a brother suffering along with ."
Nathan Moore...
Suddenly turned the chair back, his long legs still rested on the desk, his obsidian eyes glaring at Evander, visibly filled with dissatisfaction.
Suddenly, a cold smile pulled at his lips, speaking with aningful intent, "Though we are brothers, so things truly can’t be compared."
"Like what?" Evander raised his head, his almond eyes filled with a gleeful look.
Nathan withdrew his gaze, pretending to sigh, saying, "Ah, no matter how you put it, Titus and I are a married couple, have legal status and protection, unlike soone, who is naless and statuteless, and if their woman gets married tomorrow, they can only watch helplessly."
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