Chapter 100

Evangeline had no time to react as Walter grabbed her arm, hoisted her, and tossed her onto the bed. The brief contact with Walter's body, cool through their thin clothes, was too much for her already frayed nerves.

The relief she felt was like rain after a long drought, so soothing that she could not help but sigh.

However, why should she give in to Walter, a man she despised?

What she did not realize was that Walter was struggling too. He felt as if he were on fire, his thirst unquenchable.

The very person who had ignited that flame was still in bed, whispering sweet nothings, her hands pushing against him relentlessly.

He inhaled deeply, fighting the urge to give in to temptation. When he looked at Evangeline, his patience seemed to grow.

His hand gently caressed her warm, blushing cheek. "Evangeline, tell me, who's with you in bed right now?"

Evangeline, driven by instinct, moved closer to the composed presence before her, her mind too muddled to think clearly.

"... Walter.