The Revenge of My Alluring Wife by Raven

Chapter 15

Chapter 15 Relying on You in This Lifetime

Henry stood inside the door, bloodshot eyes hurt Evelyn.
“Evelyn, do you need to see it ?”
Evelyn’s throat tightened, and the stinging sensation blurred her teary eyes, “No, Henry.”
Evelyn suddenly grinned, a smile uglier than tears.
Before Henry could react, she cried and plunged into the man’s arms.
“Fortunately, I arrived in time. You scared me.”
“I was foolish, I was stupid. I misjudged people in the past, and now I regret it. Can you forgive me?”
“Please don’t dislike me, Henry. I beg you to like me, please continue liking me.”
Evelyn’s voice choked, words incoherent, fearing that Henry might really give up on her.
Evelyn’s tears were truly lethal; she softened Henry, melted him with her tears.
He reached out to embrace Evelyn and only then realized she was dressed too lightly, as cold as deep winter’s ice, stiff and freezing.
“You…”

Before he could finish his sentence, the elevator slowly ascended, carrying chaotic sounds from inside.
“Reporters?” Danger flashed in Henry’s eyes.
“I don’t know. It wasn’t me.”
Mia had suggested to Evelyn to find reporters to provoke Henry, but Evelyn had rejected the idea.
Unexpectedly, Mia had done it behind her back, which explained why Henry had been angry and kept her confined for several months in her previous life.
Henry’s deep mistrust wounded Evelyn deeply, but she knew that she deserved this.
“I’ll explain to you later. Let’s hide for now.”
Evelyn pushed the man into the room.
The woman she had prepared earlier was unconscious, lying on the bed in thin clothes.
The private room at the club was large, but the decorations were too simple to conceal anyone. After searching for a while, Evelyn reluctantly managed to bring Henry into the closet.
Shortly afterward, a chaotic knocking sound came from outside.
The two looked at each other, silent.
Henry lowered his head and saw Evelyn with one foot wearing a hospital slipper and the other bare, the sole covered in tiny wounds, a mixture of blood and mud, dirty and miserable. He furrowed his brow, visibly displeased.
Sensing his change, Evelyn pleaded softly, “Please, I’m cold.”
The girl’s eyes were watery, making her look like a pitiful abandoned puppy.
Henry remained expressionless and said nothing.
Evelyn persisted.
Sniffling, she feigned pitifully, “It hurts.”
One second, two seconds, three seconds passed before the man finally made a move.
He took off his suit and put it on Evelyn. Then he grabbed her foot, avoiding the wounds, and tucked it into his arms. The mud on the sole dirty his shirt.
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