Evan’s POV:
“What? Are you gonna throw yourself in my…”
I turned around in disdain, only to see a furious Anya pouncing on me with her high heels in her hands like a lion cub.
Before I knew what had happened, I had been hit more than a dozen times.
“Why are you always so mean to me? What do I owe you? Huh? Why are you always so arrogant and full of shit!”
Anya cursed as she continued to hit me! However, I was so stunned that I almost forgot to fight back. I just stood there straight and took the hit.
The Anya I know had always been as timid as a lamb. She didn’t even dare to speak loudly, let alone hit anyone with her shoes.
But now, she was striking me with her high heels, which was simply unreal and surprising for me.
She didn’t look like the same weak, and cowardly Anya she used to be.
Instead, she looked like a powerful woman! 'If anyone messed with her, she would not let him go!'
After I regained my composure, I looked at her and yelled, “Stop that, woman! Don’t force me to fight back!”
However, Anya seemed like she didn’t hear me as she ignored my threat and continued to hit me with all her might.
“Ow!”
I growled as I held her my crotch! I was caught off guard, as I didn’t expect her to kick me there. The pain coming from the most vulnerable part of me made my eyebrows twitch.
“How dare you kick me?” I roared.
“If you dare to offend me, I don’t mind kicking you again. So, we had better stay out of each other’s way. Don’t think I am still the same Anya who is afraid of you!”
However, I didn’t say anything and just looked at Anya in disbelief.
She had changed a lot.
This woman changed from a lamb to a much wilder little beast.
“Woman, you ask for it!” I snapped, clutching Anya’s arm and thrusting her against the sink.
‘I had never been beaten by anyone before.
Most importantly, this woman kicked me in my… well, the part that I cherished the most!
If I had not been tall enough, I would probably be a eunuch right now.
This woman must be insane.’ Thinking that I pressed her against the sink.
However, it seemed like she didn’t want to be outdone! By using her hands and feet, she never stopped struggling.
Just then, the door of the restroom opened and my bodyguard standing outside rushed in… He seemed to hear the sound coming from inside…
When he came in and saw what we were doing, he was taken aback by surprise. He was frozen for a moment, then quickly apologized and went outside, “Mr. Carter, I am sorry!”
Even though the door was closed, I could still hear him.
“Phew, that was close. I almost interrupted Mr. Cater. I didn’t expect that after four years, Miss Walter is still so good with men. Hmm, that’s something about that woman. She still managed to hook up with her ex-husband even though she is now with Mr. Helsen! Oh, man, poor Mr. Cater. He had fallen into the same trap of that woman twice now.” His voice is filled with fear.
However, I can’t blame him for misreading the situation, as I and Anya were indeed in weird positions.
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