As soon as the words fell, Jas Grant yanked Evelyn Clayton’s arm and pulled her into his embrace.
Before Evelyn could react, Jas forcefully sealed Evelyn’s lips.
Breathing intertwined in heated exchange, Jas launched an offensive, violating lips and tongue, punishing Evelyn with fierce determination.
Punishing her for saying words that pained him so deeply.
Evelyn’s eyes widened, embarrassnt and anger surging, she bit down hard on Jas’s lip.
"Hiss..."
Jas drew in a sharp breath, finally releasing Evelyn.
Evelyn’s face flushed red, the anger in her eyes rising into a cold smile.
She pointed to the police station behind her, grinding her teeth as she said, "What, do you want to send you in there too?!"
Jas panted heavily, blood beads slowly seeping from the corners of his mouth, his eyes swirling with endless emotions.
Sadness, desire, pain.
Evelyn barely held his gaze for half a second before losing the courage to continue.
She fled as if in escape.
In the taxi, after it had driven for a while, Evelyn slowly returned from her daze.
Only then did she realize Franklin Ford and Yara Reagan had called her several tis.
But Evelyn didn’t want to call back even once.
Half an hour later, dragging her weary and powerless self, Evelyn arrived at the complex, went upstairs, and returned ho.
However, as the elevator doors opened, Franklin Ford and Yara Reagan’s hurried figures appeared abruptly.
"Evelyn, you’re back?" Franklin tried to hide his urgency, maintaining his usual calm and composed deanor, "Did you et Jas Grant? Are you okay?"
Yara also rushed to support her, shocked and uncertain, "Are you alright?"
Evelyn waved her hand, her voice weak, "I’m fine, I’m back now, aren’t I?"
Franklin followed her closely, and both Evelyn and Yara entered the house, but he showed no signs of leaving.
After a brief silence, Evelyn still invited Franklin in.
"You..."
Franklin hesitated to speak.
He saw the swelling on Evelyn’s lips and the bruises on her neck after she removed her scarf, his pupils slightly constricted.
Yara also furrowed her brows and inhaled deeply, filled with heartache, "Evelyn, why haven’t you applied any dicine?"
Saying this, Yara’s face turned to guilt and remorse, "It’s all my fault, I drank too much last night and didn’t co over early to help you apply dicine..."
Evelyn forced a faint smile, "I’m fine, don’t worry."
However, Franklin suddenly spoke up, "Where’s the dicine?"
His tone carried an undeniable firmness.
Evelyn remained silent for a mont and went to the drawer to get the dicine.
She allowed Franklin to handle it, sitting down on the sofa.
Yara couldn’t help, her heart feeling inexplicably stifled.
But she didn’t dwell on it, instead went to pour hot water for the two.
Returning, Yara looked at the two on the sofa, montarily stunned.
She saw Franklin taking a dical cotton swab, dipping it in dicine oil, and leaning forward to gently rub Evelyn’s neck.
He maintained an appropriate distance, not overstepping, even seemingly lowering his breath ever so slightly, afraid Evelyn might feel any discomfort.
From Yara’s angle, she could perfectly see his dedicated and persistent gaze, along with his pale and delicate skin, exuding an indescribable gentleness and softness.
Yara was stunned for a long ti, then hurriedly shifted her gaze.
The slight flutter in her heart was no longer disguisable.
But it was only a montary feeling, and Yara couldn’t help but bitterly smile inwardly.
There was a chasm between Franklin and her, one she could not foolishly hope to bridge.
Moreover, it now seed Franklin had so different emotions towards Evelyn.
Foolish fantasies are the most terrifying thing.
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