Flirted Wrong, Married Right Chapter 647: Deliberately Trying to Annoy Me?

"So." Jas Grant’s voice caught almost imperceptibly, "Do you want to hear say it?"

Evelyn Clayton t his gaze for a long mont and exhaled softly.

She looked away, lowered her gaze, and said slowly, "I don’t know. Jas Grant, you know a lot of things now, and I don’t want to hide it from you anymore. I do hate you, but that hate is because of Harrison Grant. As for you, my feelings are very complicated."

"I feel like I can’t see a future with you. I feel you’re not that much in love with , so I want to escape." Evelyn Clayton’s voice grew softer, "Maybe, like you, we can’t say that word ’love’ because, actually, we don’t love each other that much. It’s just the frustration of wanting what we can’t have."

Jas Grant almost reflexively retorted, "No, I—"

The word ’love’ was on the tip of his tongue, but Jas Grant couldn’t say it.

He was terribly afraid.

Afraid that Evelyn Clayton was lying to him again this ti.

Jas Grant’s eyes darkened slowly, "Why tell all this now?"

"Because I’m very tired." Evelyn Clayton closed her eyes, and a feeling of exhaustion washed over her, "If this continues, we will both end up destroyed. We’re both business people. I believe you understand what win-win ans and what is not worth the cost."

Jas Grant’s throat ached badly, "Do you see our relationship as just business and transactions?"

"Exactly because I can’t see it purely as business or transactions, that’s why we are where we are." Evelyn Clayton opened her eyes and murmured as if talking to herself.

Jas Grant swallowed the bitterness in his throat and stared deeply at Evelyn Clayton, "So, what exactly do you want to do? Or, how do you want to act?"

However, before Evelyn Clayton could speak, Jas Grant said in a deep voice, "You better not want to let you go right now. I can’t, you know that."

"I don’t an that." Evelyn Clayton said calmly, "I just want to say, treat better, Jas Grant. It’s fine if you don’t let go, but at least don’t force to do things I don’t want to do. Don’t make feel like a prisoner being watched by you—"

Jas Grant’s eyes narrowed slightly. He instinctively wanted to say sothing, but Evelyn Clayton looked at him with cold eyes: "Do you think I don’t know? There are caras everywhere in my room."

This was indeed Jas Grant’s fault.

But at this mont, he naturally couldn’t admit it.

"I won’t give you any chance to escape under my watch." Jas Grant raised his hand, gently brushing the back of his hand against Evelyn Clayton’s cheek, "Other than that, I can try to agree."

"Give my phone." A hint of weariness flashed in Evelyn Clayton’s eyes, "I want to contact the outside world. You can monitor what I say to others, but at least don’t let be isolated."

Jas Grant’s heart stirred slightly.

He originally wanted to refuse, but he rembered what Tristan Hawthorne said tonight...

Don’t push soone too hard.

Resolving his thoughts, Jas Grant said slowly, "Okay, I’ll have Quentin Hale bring you the electronic devices by tomorrow afternoon."

"Also, my tastes have really changed, and there are so things I don’t want to eat." Evelyn Clayton listed several foods with a blank expression, "Don’t force to eat them."

Jas Grant looked at her, and his heart moved slightly.

He rarely saw this side of Evelyn Clayton, a little like a child throwing a tantrum.

"So that day, it really was just that you didn’t like the turtle soup?" Jas Grant leaned closer, leaving an intimate kiss on Evelyn Clayton’s lips, with a hint of alcohol, "Not deliberately to upset ?"

Evelyn Clayton sighed softly, "I’m not that idle."

She discreetly put so distance between herself and Jas Grant.

"So, can you promise ? Don’t treat like a prisoner, treat like a person, can you?"