All Chapters of When The Wrong One Loves You Right: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

ESCORTED BY a uniformed waiter, Evelyn ambled into the luxurious restaurant Matt had given her the address to. The elegant classical music playing faintly from the speakers filled the entire ambiance. When they got to the table for two Matt sat, he stood immediately closing the space between them and pulled her in a tight embrace. Then he pulled out the empty chair opposite his for her. "Thank you." Evelyn beamed as she sat down and glanced around in awe. The restaurant was beyond exotic. Even with the "Romantic dinner by candlelight" concept, its grandeur still reflected through the dim lights of the restaurant. The five-star rating that it was bestowed was no hoax. It took at least weeks to make a reservation in this place and it had taken Matt a day? He must had spend a lot on this dinner. After about twenty minutes, a few uniformed servers trooped in with their entrées, gingerly organizing them on the tabletop as a chef elucidated each delicious delicacy tha

WITH ROOF-RATTLING rage, Evelyn pounded behind the locked door and yelled at the top of her voice, "Open the door, Jason! Open the damn door!" She couldn't believe it. She couldn't believe Jason had locked her up. Was he out of his mind? Locking her up like this? What was she? His possession? She yelled, banging the door even louder but it all fell on deaf ears. "Damn you, Jason!" Evelyn spat, booting the door so hard that she felt her toes hurting within her heels. Then she remembered. OH MY GOD, MATT! She scurried back to the bed, flinging the duvet and pillows out of the way in the search for her phone. Then it clicked... she'd dropped it alone with her purse at the stairs when she'd been battling with Jason. "Damn it!" She muttered under her breath. She couldn't even at least call Doris to go pick Matt up. If anything ever happened to Matt, she wouldn't be able to forgive herself and most especially, JASON! How could he be so cruel? Tired out

"I THINK I Might Be A Sex Addict!" Evelyn whisper-yelled to Doris. Though everyone in "Pixie Pastries" was totally minding their business, she still looked around anxiously. Pixie Pastries was Doris' favorite place to be whenever she was bored, crave something sweet, and when she was off work. Which rarely happened given her career preference. Apart from the fact they had exotic, beautifully shaped pastries and refreshing drinks, they also render one of the best services in LA... For kids, that is. But there they were, two grown-ass adults, sitting tete-a-tete in unicorn-shaped chairs and tables, and stuffing their faces with rainbow-colored macaroons and chocolate ice cream plopped in a cute bunnie cup. Pixie Fairy was the last place Evelyn wanted to be at the moment, but she had no choice. Doris had literally dragged her out of work to snack with her. She'd succumbed to her constant plea even though she knew her current pregnant body would probably not dig

THE DOOR SWUNG opened with Julia's astonished face greeting her. Slowly, she dragged her eyes down to her suitcase and then back at her. "Evy... What's going on?" Evelyn forced a smile. "Can I come in?" Julia tapped her forehead. "Oh, of course!" She muttered. "Where are my manners?" When they were finally inside, Evelyn said, "Would you mind if I stay here for tonight? I'd find somewhere else to stay tomorrow." Julia waved a dismissive hand. "Nonsense! You can stay here as long as you want. Mi casa es tu casa." Evelyn let out a breath she didn't realize she was holding. "Thanks a lot." "By the way, you sounded upset on the phone. What's wrong? Did you have a fight with Jason?" Julia asked in a small, concerned voice, pulling her to sit with her on the couch as she scan her body for any form of bruises. "Did he hurt you?" She had called Julia last minute, cause she was the only one that was in the neutral in all this mess. She wouldn't want to go home or t

AFTER HOURS of working on her latest designs, Evelyn decided it was time for a breather. She browsed the headlines and celebrity gossip news. Unconsciously, searching for any news pertaining to Jason, any form of relationship scandal he might have gotten himself into, wondering whether she had been replaced already, but there was none. Deep down, she was somewhat relieved by the idea he hasn't given up on her. He had called her numerous times these past few days but she had declined them all. Now, she found herself replaying the voicemails he had left her over and over again. "Evy, please just give me a call." "I'm really sorry. Please give me a chance to explain." "I'm not giving up on us, Evy. Never! So please answer the phone. Or at least, send a text." The most recent one sounded like he'd downed half the wine in his cellar or drunk his favorite bar, Dionysus out of stock. "Ev--y, I.. I... am an ass--hole, an I--diot and I don't de--deserve you.