Right Person, Wrong Time

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Chapter 1326 Remember to Apply the Ointment

"Are you trying to have a say in my marriage with Colton, Mr. Yael? I never thought you had such a peculiar hobby.

You're not exactly young anymore. It's time to find someone for yourself." Seeing that Ryan hadn't responded,

Evelyn went on the offensive.

Ryan was a very suspicious person. If she didn't continue to provoke him, he might easily start doubting the

truthfulness of her words later on.

"You…" As expected, he seemed frustrated, as his response was cut short after just a single word.

At this moment, she let out a sigh of relief, but she didn't fully relax. She remained tense, waiting for his reply.

"Hah, marriage? Colton has never had any intention of marrying you. Don't flatter yourself. Let me tell you. I'll

defeat Colton sooner or later." His tough words were aimed at provoking her. Right after that, he hung up the

phone.

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Listening to the busy tone on the other end of the call, she finally felt a weight lifted from her chest. Ryan must

have firmly believed me. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been so frustrated and almost revealed his plans.

Evelyn didn't sleep that night.

At 7.00AM, Evelyn paced in her room, unsure whether she should go out or not. What if Colton acts the same way

as yesterday? How can I face the maids if he lays a hand on me in front of them?

Suddenly, she remembered the cold looks she had received from the maids when she was pregnant. I don't want to

return to that past.

"Where's Evelyn?" It was Colton's voice. Although the room was soundproofed, his voice at the door was distinct.

The otherwise quiet bedroom made the sound even more pronounced.

She quickly leaned against the door, pressing her ear against it as she listened to the sounds outside. Meanwhile,

she tended to her swollen right cheek, fearful of further injury.

"Mrs. Gardner hasn't come out of her room yet. She's probably still sleeping."

When Evelyn sensed the cautious tone even in the maid's response, her heart sank at once. As expected, Colton's

mood hasn't improved. I need to think carefully about how to explain the voodoo bug to him.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

There seemed to be more conversation outside, but she didn't pay much attention. She only heard the final knock

on the door.

"Evelyn?"

Colton? Why is he looking for me? She didn't dare to think further, opting instead to feign sleep. Swiftly, she slid

beneath the covers, hoping that he would spare her in her feigned slumber.

Meanwhile, Colton held a tube of ointment in his hand, his brows furrowing in displeasure as he observed the firmly

closed door. It seemed like Evelyn didn't intend to open the door.

He knew he had been impulsive last night. If I want to deal with Evelyn, I can wait until Nicole and Ryan's matters

are settled. I acted too hastily. I hope I haven't alerted her to my plans.

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Seeing that no one opened the door, he hesitated before eventually pushing it open. Inside, he saw Evelyn lying

peacefully on the bed, her right cheek noticeably swollen.

At this moment, his eyelid twitched. It seems I slapped her quite hard last night. His mood inexplicably improved. I

suppose this can be considered a first lesson.

He gently placed the ointment on her bedside table and coolly said, "I know you're awake; no need to pretend.

Apply the ointment. I want to hear the whole story tonight."

As he finished speaking, he felt a pang of pain in his heart. Despite his growing agitation, he kept his temper in

check, with her face serving as a constant reminder that he mustn't let his anger give away his plans.

After that, he turned and quickly left. He feared that if he stayed any longer, he might unintentionally subject Evelyn

to the pain Nicole had endured.

The door closed softly behind him.

Evelyn, who had heard every word, slowly opened her eyes and looked at the ointment on her bedside table. At this

point, her nose tingled with a hint of sadness. She fought back the urge to cry, knowing that if she let the tears fall,

the wounds on her face might never heal.

Staring at the tightly closed door, her mind raced. I must come up with a plausible explanation.

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