Sorry Too Late (by J.J. Twelve) novel Chapter 96

Chapter 96 Sylvie’s Triumph

‘Well, would you look at that Ms. Stanton has an incredible figure with curves in all the right places. She definitely lived up to her name of being sylph-like

Sylvie was slender, completely different from Ivana, who embodied a mature, alluring kind of beauty.

Evan had already noticed her figure back when he treated her illness. Still, he hadn’t expected her to be so perfectly proportioned. She was the kind of woman who looked delicate in clothes, but looked stunning even without them.

What struck him even more was the confusion on her face as she stared at her reflection, poking at her curves, turning this way and that. She was even sighing in frustration as if she truly believed something was wrong.

Evan found himself staring, completely absorbed by the scene before him. It wasn’t until he felt an odd heat running down his sinuses that he snapped out of it. When he touched his nose, his fingers came away bloody.

‘Anosebleed?!’ He stared at his fingers, utterly shocked. Then, he turned away from her as he reached out for tissues. Alas, his luck was awful as he heard Sylvie asking in surprise, “Evan, what are you doing?”

He turned and froze. She had stepped out wearing nothing but a towel, her long hair dripping water onto her bare shoulders as

she stared at him in confusion.

Evan’s eyes widened even further. He promptly slapped a hand over his nose and quickly spun around to flee.

“Hey! Evan, don’t leave! Are you… bleeding?” Sylvie called from behind, causing him to nearly trip over his own feet.

Sylvie’s bright eyes sparkled with excitement upon that realization. Then, she swiftly chased after him. “You really are bleeding! Be honest with me. Did you get a nosebleed because of me?”

Evan didn’t respond. Instead, he darted straight back into his room in a panic. Sylvie only grew more ecstatic as all her earlier insecurities vanished in an instant.

“How wonderful! Evan got a nosebleed because of me! That proves that I am attractive to him!”

What she didn’t know was that Evan had simply seen more than he should have…

‘This is good! This is progress! Hazel Solberg, just you wait. Soon, I’ll win Evan over and flaunt our relationship right in front of you!’

Later that night, Graham finally woke up in his hospital bed.

“Dad, how are you feeling?” Anya rushed forward anxiously.

Graham’s entire face was wrapped in thick bandages. It couldn’t be helped, as he had been slapped by about 30 men in a row. “Am I really doomed to spend my whole life beneath Mr. Wells?” he muttered bitterly.

Just then, something clicked as his expression changed. “Right! Evan-

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“Don’t even start!” Anya cut him off, her anger flaring. “He ran off when he saw you getting beaten!”

“What? That b*stard ran?! I thought he came to save me!” Graham nearly exploded.

Truth be told, he had been so dazed during the beating that he only vaguely remembered Evan standing up. He never imagined Evan had run away.

Graham grumbled furiously, “What did I tell you? I told you that boy’s a wretched ingrate! He’ll never repay us, no matter how much we help him. He’ll always be the first to book it when things turn awry! You should cut him off ASAP!”

Unfortunately, Anya didn’t see eye to eye with him. “Dad, I know what I’m doing. Evan will never be able to repay what he owes

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