Upon hearing Caden Lockwood’s words, Evelyn Morgan’s face turned instantly pale, and her amber eyes appeared dim and lifeless, as if the entire world had lost its brightness.
Her heart ached sharply, and Caden couldn’t bear the pity he was beginning to feel for her. Cruelly, he continued, "But about whether you were bleeding, I didn’t really check carefully. As experienced as you are in bed, you’re still a virgin? I think, even if you are, it’s probably just patched up, right?"
Hearing this, Evelyn’s legs wobbled, and the only hope in her heart was instantly crushed. It turned out to be such a painful disappointnt.
She had so easily ruined herself, and it was with such a scumbag!
"You’re shaless!" Evelyn choked, tears streaming down, tracing over her bloodless cheeks, each streak of tear a mark of heartache. "If I were sober, I’d never spare you a glance! You’ve slept with so many won, please completely forget ! I never want to see you again!"
As her words fell, she ignored the things that spilled out, grabbed her bag, and fled in a panic.
Caden said nothing, rely watched in silence as Evelyn’s silhouette disappeared, then glanced at the condoms strewn across the bed. The cold air surrounding him began to grow heavy and oppressive.
This girl, she’s grown up!
His tone was fierce and gritted.
Yet, he felt so regret for how he had just treated her, and began to doubt if he had misjudged her.
She had cried.
For the first ti, he felt curious—what kind of woman was she?
Evelyn fled the hotel, running until she found a secluded spot, where she broke down and cried bitterly.
Leaning against a large tree, she hugged herself tightly, trembling uncontrollably as a chill arose from deep within her soul, freezing every cell in her body.
When she was six, orphaned and alone, with no relatives willing to take her in, a big brother found her on the verge of death, picked her up from a pile of garbage, gave her a ho, a nanny, and enough money to spend. However, she never even saw him once.
All she vaguely rembered was the side of his face.
As the years passed, the mory of that side profile grew increasingly indistinct, but her infatuation for him seed crazily rooted and continued to grow.
She had thought that on her twentieth birthday, he would co.
Yet, she never expected that he wouldn’t even call, not having given her his na after so many years.
She had strived for so many years, all hoping that one day, when she saw him, she could present herself as an accomplished woman by his side.
Now, she couldn’t even protect her own body, so what could she still hope for?
Was this the birthday gift she gave herself?
Ha!
Really, what was there to cry about?
Besides, the man she had dread of day and night for over a decade did not even think to look at her; whether she was self-destructive or poised and graceful, in this world, no one would care.
With that in mind, her crying grew even more heartbreaking...
Returning ho, Evelyn’s face was still haggard, and Aunt May, who had cared for her for fourteen years, approached with a smile asking, "Miss, was last night fun? Did you have a good ti?"
"Aunt May," Evelyn’s voice was hoarse and heavy, "I’m so tired, I’m going back to my room to nap; you don’t need to call for lunch or dinner."
Aunt May watched Evelyn, who trudged wearily, every step a struggle.
What happened?
Could it be she partied through the night with friends, not having slept at all?
Thinking this, Aunt May headed to the kitchen to prepare so snacks so that Evelyn could fill her stomach whenever she woke.
At that mont, Aunt May’s phone rang, and she saw the call was from the owner of the house. She imdiately put down her work to answer.
"Sir," Aunt May addressed respectfully.
She was puzzled because, since being assigned here by him, there had been little contact between them, only the monthly deposit of funds into her account. Why was he calling so suddenly?
"Aunt May," the male voice was rich and deep, like fine wine, " how is Evelyn Morgan after returning ho?"
[P.S. The true identity of this gentleman is actually...!]
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