Finding Love in the Boss’s Embrace After Divorce novel Chapter 732

Huston tasted the blood in his mouth and felt her tremble. After being ruthless, he couldn't help but feel sorry and extended his tongue to lick the injured area.

After a while, the bleeding stopped. He lifted his head, his mouth slightly red, stained with her color, "Does it hurt?" he asked, his voice drifting with the night breeze, filled with a hint of haze.

His voice was a little blurred as the night wind blew into her ears.

She didn't say anything. Looking up at the dark sky above her, she suddenly felt very cold, from the inside out, from her bones.

Without hearing her reply, he moved closer to her, "Tell me, does it hurt?"

"It hurts." She turned her face away with tears in her eyes. In the end, she couldn't resist his grinding skills, "It hurts. Are you happy?"

No.

Huston felt suffocated by the overwhelming pain in his heart.

But he couldn't tell her. He wanted her to remember what had happened today.

He could cripple Ryan and avenge him at all costs, but he could still play the bad guy in front of her.

"If it hurts, remember it. In the future, before you drink another man's wine, weigh yourself and consider your own worth," he said, matching the weight of her pain with his words.

The physical discomfort Evelyn felt paled in comparison to the turmoil within her heart. How reluctant and unwilling she was to come to him today? How she would have tried any other means if there was even a slight possibility?

But now, it was meaningless to say all that. Things had already come to this point, and she had only one final request.

Evelyn took a deep breath, her voice trembling, "Let me see Lucas."

It was the same words again.

Huston had never known that one day he would despise this phrase to such an extent, feeling a surge of resistance whenever he heard it.

Lucas.

Other than Lucas, what else had she thought of?

He left.

After saying that, he left.

Evelyn held her knees, tears falling to the ground like scattered beads. After squatting for a long time, her legs became numb, and so did her heart.

The dim and white light from above cast down, and at that moment, her path ahead seemed as empty as the light. What should she do, and what should she say, in order to give him what he wanted?

It seems that no matter what she does or says, it can always provoke his displeasure. It's as if each of their interactions is becoming worse and worse.

But was she wrong?

What she has always wanted is not complicated. She has endured too much hardship in her past life, and now all she wants is a simple and happy life with Lucas. She desires nothing more.

Biting her arm to suppress her tears, she wonders when the heavens will show her some mercy.