Anya’s POV:
“This is the ladies room. You are in the wrong place.” I said coldly, continuing to wash the blood off my hands.
However, instead of leaving, Evan scoffed and turned on the tap to wash his hands.
“I have underestimated you. I thought you were infatuated! But I didn’t expect you to find a new customer so quickly.”
Hearing that my eyes filled with anger, however, I didn’t say anything as I didn’t want to continue this conversation anymore.
I shook the water off my hand and walked straight.
However, before I could reach the door, Evan grabbed my arm at once and violently pinned me against the wall.
“Who is the father of your kids? When did you hook up with Kester Helsen?”
Hearing his arrogant words, I couldn’t help to sneer. ‘We have already divorced for so many years? How dare he ask questions from me? Did he still believe that I am obliged to obey him?’
I tried to break free from his grasp, but he was too strong for me. At last, I glared at him and said coldly, “Mr. Cater, please behave yourself. If you want to talk about work, then please wait in the office. And if you want to talk about the personal matter, then I am sorry, I have nothing to say to you.”
Evan curled up his lips in a sullen smile, as he leaned closer and closer to me.
Seeing that, I couldn’t help but frown, my heart beating nervously!
Back then, Evan had complete dominance and control over me. Even though I had already away from him for so many years, I was still had been deeply traumatized by him.
The nerve on my body still retained the fair of him.
“Let me go of Evan! This is a place where I work! Don’t you dare…”
However, before I could finish my sentence, he cut me off!
“What are you afraid off? Are afraid that they might call you a slut for seducing your ex-husband in the washroom?”
“Are you insane? I am warning you. Show me respect!”
“A slut like you deserve no respect at all!”
“Evan Cater, don’t go to far!”
Saying that, I struggled violently, in an attempt to break free from him.
However, it had no use.
Evan was pinning my arms to the wall, making it impossible for me to struggle! What’s more, his aura was so oppressive that it made it difficult for me to breathe.
“Don’t you love it when I do such a things to you? Ha, I didn’t expect even after four years, you still didn’t stop pretending to be innocent!”
As he said, he took off my black-rimmed glasses and looked into my eyes with a wicked smile.
“It’s exactly that look on your face! I bet, Kester loves it, too, doesn’t he?”
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