Chapter 7
When Joselyn woke up, she found herself lying in a bed in Evan’s villa.
The sound of agonized screams came from the living room. She struggled to get up, cracked the door open, and saw Evan standing in the middle of the room
That group of filthy men lay trembling at his feet.
Evan held a dagger. His voice was as cold as ice as he asked, “Which hand did you use to touch her?”
The man shook violently, too terrified to speak.
Evan let out a low chuckle. “Both, then.”
Without hesitation, he raised the dagger and drove it straight through the man’s palm. A bloodcurdling scream tore through the room as crimson splattered across the floor.
The others were scared out of their minds. Some yelled, “Left hand!” while others shouted, “Right hand!”
But Evan didn’t even pause. One by one, he destroyed their hands with ruthless precision.
His friends stood to the side, watching with conflicted expressions. “Evan, isn’t this a bit much? You agreed to Megan’s plan in the first place.”
“Yeah,” another added. “Megan pretended to sprain her ankle so you’d have a solid reason to leave. Then we found an excuse to slip away, too. After that, we sent in this group of vagrants so they could have their way with Joselyn while she was alone in the club.
“With no one around, she could scream all she wanted, but no one would have gone to save her. Just imagine–Jarrett would be devastated if he found out that his beloved sister was violated by a bunch of filthy men.
“But you changed your mind all of a sudden, rushed back like a madman, and nearly beat these guys to death. It’s been years since you lost control like that. What’s gotten into you?” Joselyn felt her entire body go weak. She nearly collapsed.
She never could have imagined that those vagrants were part of their plan.
No wonder Megan had whispered to Evan’s friends, and then they’d whispered to Evan.
Evan didn’t say a word. He simply watched as the vagrants were dragged away.
His friends exchanged uneasy glances, their faces growing darker by the second.
Then, someone finally asked, “Evan, don’t tell me you actually like Joselyn. Do you need a reminder? She’s your enemy’s sister. You and Jarrett have been at war for years. If you really fall for her, then-”
Evan’s face twisted with fury. He kicked over the coffee table with a loud crash.
His voice was a barely restrained growl. “I don’t like her! If I ever fall for Joselyn, I’ll cut off my own head and hand it to him on a damn platter. Is that clear? Now get the hell out! All of you! Don’t fucking bother me for the next few days.”
Once the room was cleared, Evan stood by the floor–to–ceiling window and lit a cigarette.
Amid the swirling smoke, his expression looked especially grim. He took a deep drag, held it in his lungs for a moment, then exhaled slowly.
His mind was a mess. All he could see was Joselyn, pinned beneath those filthy bastards. Her despair and pain felt like a knife, stabbing deep into his heart.
He couldn’t understand his own feelings toward her. From the very beginning, he’d only approached her to get revenge on Jarrett.
So why did he lose control and feel the urge to kill when he saw her being treated like that?
Joselyn wasn’t supposed to look like that.
Every time she lay beneath him, she looked soft and gentle. Her eyes brimmed with love like a tender kitten. But that night, all he’d seen in her eyes was fear and despair. le didn’t dare to think too deeply about it. All he knew was that his chest felt unbearably tight.
Halfway through his cigarette, he suddenly remembered that Joselyn hated the smell of smoke. Frowning, he stubbed it out in the ashtray.
Then, he turned and walked toward the bedroom. His steps were quiet and careful, as if he was afraid of waking her.
When Joselyn: heard him approaching, she immediately shut her eyes. She swallowed back her tears and pretended to be asleep.
Her heart pounded, her fingers clutching the blanket so tightly, they turned white. She couldn’t let him know she was awake.
Evan stood by the bed, gazing down at her. After a long moment, he reached out and gently brushed a hand over her hair. Then, he turned and left.
In the days that followed, Evan didn’t step foot in the company. Instead, he spent nearly every moment by Joselyn’s side.
He spent a fortune on jewelry, showering her with gifts. Every morning, he had fresh flowers sent to her and even cooked for her himself.
But as Joselyn stared at the mountain of presents on the table, she felt nothing. She knew he was trying to make her happy, but her heart had already turned to ice.
No one spoke about what had happened that night. But everyone knew that Joselyn wasn’t okay.
Her smiles grew fewer, and her eyes became increasingly dull.
Evan finally couldn’t hold back. After dinner one evening, he pulled her into his arms and whispered, “Babe, it’s my fault. I didn’t protect you. Let’s just forget that night, okay? I’ll do anything you ask me to.”
Joselyn lifted her gaze to meet his. Her voice was soft as she asked, “Anything?”
Evan nodded. “Anything”
She was silent for a morpent. Then, she finally said, “I want the password to your phone.”
