Yeah, back then when he and I got together, wasn’t it just another casual fling?
It’s just that this farce is being played out again, so it’s nothing unexpected.
But still, why does a subtle pain arise in the depths of my heart?
The fist that’s clenched has unconsciously tightened, Evelyn Clayton purses her lips, trying hard to pretend as if nothing happened, turns around, ready to leave.
Yet when she turns, she encounters a face she finds loathsome.
"How does it feel? Seeing my sister with James Grant, it must hurt inside, right? If you want to cry, just do it! Anyway, there’s no need for pretense in front of me!"
Clara Yates crosses her arms, looking at Evelyn Clayton with a smug expression, the joy in her smile almost overflowing.
Full of schadenfreude, it’s impossible to hide.
She thought she hit Evelyn Clayton’s sore spot, but unexpectedly, Evelyn just quietly looks at her, showing no emotion.
"What are you pretending for? I know you’ve never given up, but now James Grant is engaged to my sister, and you, the discarded shoe, will never have a chance again!"
Annoyed by Evelyn Clayton’s composure, Clara Yates can’t help but taunt her again.
But the next second, Evelyn Clayton suddenly lets out a laugh.
Clara Yates is taken aback: "What are you laughing at?!"
"Laughing at your pitifulness."
Evelyn Clayton hooks her lips, eyes full of disdain: "Clearly you secretly love James Grant, yet you have to watch him become your brother-in-law, doesn’t that feel awful?"
As she speaks, Evelyn Clayton leisurely toys with her nails.
Clara Yates’ expression changes instantly: "What nonsense are you talking?!"
"I’m not just talking, James Grant is already your prospective brother-in-law, you should just pack away those feelings! If this blows up, it won’t look good for anyone. At least I had a past with James Grant, for someone like you, he wouldn’t even look your way, so drop your pretense. Compared to me, you’re not even qualified."
After she finishes, Evelyn Clayton’s smile turns even colder.
On her delicate face, the smile doesn’t reach her eyes, covered with intimidating frost.
For a moment, Clara Yates is too frightened to know how to retaliate.
She stands there, dumbfounded, watching Evelyn Clayton walk away.
After a while, Clara Yates snaps back to reality, her expression gradually turns ferocious, stomping her foot in rage.
"You’re something, Evelyn Clayton! I want to see how long you can keep pretending! Sooner or later, I’ll expose your true self!"
Meanwhile, Evelyn Clayton, after an apparent victory, doesn’t feel relieved.
An inexplicable heaviness in her heart nearly suffocates her.
Taking a deep breath, Evelyn Clayton lifts her gaze, focusing on the rented car not far away.
She doesn’t have much driving experience, but in this situation, she rented a flashy convertible.
Couldn’t quite explain the mindset, perhaps trying to salvage her dignity.
As if led by forces beyond her control, Evelyn Clayton walks over to the car.
Unlocks the car, starts the engine, then slams the accelerator.
In the moment the car shoots ahead, Evelyn Clayton feels a significant bit of inner frustration inexplicably dispelled!
This wild and carefree sensation entices Evelyn Clayton deeply.
The foot doesn’t lift off the accelerator, the car speeds up, the fierce wind whistling past her ears, gives her indescribable exhilaration and freedom.