At that moment, she looked into his eyes, which reflected her own image. Summoning her courage, she walked over. She kicked the bullies a few times. Her legs were still shaky, making her kicks feeble and ineffective. Charles let out a soft scoff, "You're utterly useless." As his words fell, he lifted his foot and stomped down hard on the waist of the bully, who attempted to assault her.

Charles incapacitated him completely.

In that instant, Evelyn could clearly hear her heart pounding, like it was about to leap out of her chest. Her heart had just begun to awaken to love, and now she harbored a secret. A secret about Charles.

Once upon a time, Charles had been so good to her, but all that changed after Dahlia appeared.

Evelyn forcefully closed her eyes, pushing down the tumultuous emotions inside her.

When she opened her eyes again, she was calm. She leaned against the wall, struggling to stand up.

Limping step by step, she moved closer to the man, raising her leg with all her remaining strength. She wanted to stomp down hard on the man's waist as payback for harassing her.

Amidst his agonized screams, her legs gave out, and her body slumped. This time, she did not fall to the ground because an arm encircled her waist from behind, pulling her into an embrace and lifting her off her feet.

At that moment, Evelyn was too weak to struggle. Charles carried her to his car parked by the roadside. Standing by the car, he called the police.

The police arrived quickly. After giving her statement, Evelyn left the police station at nearly midnight.

She was about to call a taxi when Charles' car stopped in front of her. His cool, indifferent voice reached her. "Get in."

"No, thank you." Evelyn didn't move.

Charles' expression darkened. "What, wasn't what happened earlier enough for you? Do you want to experience it again?"

The aftereffects of the earlier scene lingered. Evelyn didn't insist any further. She put away her phone, opened the car door, and got in.

As soon as she got in, she heard a scoff. Evelyn paused as she was buckling her seatbelt. She was about to get out, but the car suddenly started moving. She was unsteady, so she reached out to stabilize herself and quickly fastened her seatbelt. She turned her head, silently looking out the window.

The police station wasn't far from Maple Garden.

After about fifteen minutes, the car stopped. Evelyn got out and went upstairs without looking back.

Once home, she collapsed on the sofa.

She lay there for a while before getting up and going to the bedroom to take a shower.

Ignoring the wound on her leg, she cleaned herself up and lay in bed. As her nerves relaxed, her mind was filled with the scenes from the alley.

Even now, safe and sound, the fear and despair were inescapable and lingered in her mind. Every time she closed her eyes, that scene would reappear.

Evelyn got up and walked to the dining table. The bottle of wine Adam had bought to celebrate with her was on the table.

Wine was good for soothing nerves, allowing her a good night's sleep. She opened the bottle and poured herself a glass, drinking it in one gulp. Then she poured another.

After three glasses, Evelyn felt the alcohol hit her. She wasn't a strong drinker, and after three glasses, she was noticeably tipsy. Her thoughts became muddled. While she was still slightly conscious, Evelyn pushed herself up from the table and staggered toward the bedroom.

She had only taken a few steps when she heard the door open. Instinctively, she turned her head and saw a figure at the door, holding something.

It was Charles.

Evelyn opened her mouth to ask him to leave but was too dizzy. The room was spinning, and even Charles appeared as several overlapping images before her.

She shook her head lightly, trying to clear her vision. Instead, she made herself stagger and fall forward into Charles' arms.

Charles wrapped his arms around her.

Evelyn was now drunk and without her usual sharpness. She was unexpectedly docile. She leaned softly against Charles, her breath carrying a rich red wine aroma mixed with a faint scent of her own. They had had sex countless times before.

Charles' Adam's apple bobbed as a hint of desire tinted his gaze.

Evelyn, seemingly uncomfortable, shifted and whimpered softly against the back of the sofa, her loose nightgown twisting. With just one look, Charles' breath hitched, a dark light flashing in his eyes. His gaze towards Evelyn turned dangerous.

The bag from the pharmacy dropped to the floor with a "thud" as Charles gripped Evelyn's chin and leaned down to kiss her fiercely.

Charles' kisses were intense and forceful.

Evelyn's breath turned chaotic under his assault. When she got drunk, her brain ceased to function normally and was operating purely on instinct.

She was all too familiar with Charles' scent. Over the past five years, they had shared countless moments of intimacy. Without the control of her sober mind, her body yielded to its instincts. She no longer resisted like before and followed Charles' lead, allowing him to do as he wished. Her compliance only intensified the desire in Charles' eyes. His kisses deepened and his powerful hands explored her.

She had lost weight.

Charles frowned slightly. He was dissatisfied because her boobs felt smaller. He had always liked her previous figure - she was slim in the right areas and had curves where they mattered.

...

The room was filled with a sensual atmosphere, and the temperature rose steadily.

Charles' defined and strong hands clasped her calf, his fingers pressing directly on her wound. Pain surged through Evelyn, and she couldn't help but cry out, "It hurts!"

But Charles sealed her mouth, and her cry muffled like a kitten's whimper.

Charles' breathing hitched. His eyes suddenly turned bloodshot.

That cry of pain reminded him of a night five years ago. She lay in his arms, clinging to him helplessly, like a little cat, crying and pleading in his ear. "Be gentle... it hurts."

Evelyn was young, tender and compliant, nestling in his arms. Her voice was broken, incredibly touching, but he couldn't be gentler.

At this moment, the images overlapped. Charles completely lost control. Gripping Evelyn's waist, he lifted her from the sofa and strode toward the bedroom.

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