Nicole wanted to explain herself badly but did not do so in the end as bitterness surged in her heart when she saw Susan by Evan’s side.
She gave him a fierce look. “It’s my freedom to dress up however I like. Mind your own business.”
After giving him a piece of her mind, she left in the other direction.
Evan watched her storm off with a heavy heart.
Her obstinate personality had not changed one bit.
I was just trying to look out for her. What an ungrateful woman.
Back at Imperial Garden, Nicole read a piece of breaking news online. The guys who harassed her at the cocktail party had their hands chopped off.
Nicole felt a numbness creeping to her head as she stared at the gory images.
Though the news did not reveal who did it and the descriptions were quite vague, all clues were pointed to Evan, the reaper.
Otherwise, isn’t this too much of a coincidence?
Is he trying to deter people from harassing me? Did he do this to help me?
“Evan Seet, why are you still toying with me when you already have Susan by your side?”
With that, she took her clothes and headed for the bathroom.
Soaking in the tub, she heaved a long sigh and shut her eyes, enjoying the gentle caress of the hot water on her body. Warm steam lingered in the bathroom, making it look like paradise.
It did not take long for a heartbreaking scene to appear in her head, the one where Susan stood in front of her with her arms wrapped around Evan.
“Evan, is Susan that great?”
“Do you really like her that much?”
“Evan Seet, you’re a jerk!”
“Evan…”
As she called out his name, tears rolled down her cheeks like an open floodgate.
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