Who knew, he wouldn’t budge an inch. She frowned, couldn’t help it, and raised her hand to slap Benjamin Grant across the face: "Slap!"
"Mr. Grant, I’m really sorry. You see, my hand isn’t very obedient. Did that hurt you?"
Benjamin’s face stung with a fiery pain, yet he pretended to look deeply emotional: "Olivia, it’s okay. I still love you. I truly hope you’ll come back to me, stop showing yourself in public. Be with me, and I’ll give you money every month."
Eva couldn’t hold back again and slapped Benjamin Grant hard across the face: "Oh, Mr. Grant, it seems you really do love me. But it seems my hand isn’t very obedient~"
After being slapped twice, Benjamin finally lost his temper: "Eva, don’t push it. Who was the one chasing after me every day before? Who said they wanted to marry me for life?"
"Now I’m telling you nicely, offering you money to come back to me, and you’re still acting like a bitch!"
Eva mocked herself: "I must have been blind before; you’re fucking not worthy of my affection."
He already had a child with Isabelle Nightingale and still acts ; he’s truly a disgusting man.
Benjamin’s face darkened, tightly gripping her chin, his handsome face close to hers—such close inspection of her face, he had rarely done before.
Every time he visited the Nightingale Family, he only noticed Isabelle Nightingale’s flamboyant outfits. Now, tired of Isabelle Nightingale, he realized Eva was the real fresh breath of air!
She wore an off-the-shoulder dress, tightly fitted to her waist, showcasing her figure to perfection.
He glanced down, noticing her curves that couldn’t be concealed, his eyes deepening.
In the next second, his expression changed dramatically: "Eva, who kissed you on your body? Have you been touched by someone else?"
"What does it matter to you who kissed me?" Because of her fair skin, the hickey marks were clearly visible, so at this close distance, Benjamin noticed the marks on her body.
"Mr. Grant, we broke up. We’re no longer in a relationship. Are you forgetful?!"
A month before she was kicked out of her home, she was abused by Violet Hargrove, kidnapped, and abandoned in the wilderness. She escaped from the forest and called him, but he hung up. He didn’t answer. Later, she found out that every time he was fooling around with Isabelle Nightingale.
They even conspired with her to harm her. How can such a man act so righteous here?
"Impossible!" Benjamin, blood boiling, "I’m telling you, tonight I’ll have you right here."
"Eva, a woman like you can’t keep a man. Any man would cheat."
Benjamin, brimming with anger, tore at her dress with a large hand, pressing down on her.
Because he was in such a hurry, focusing only on tearing her clothes, he neglected and was suddenly kicked hard in the lower abdomen by Eva.
"Bang." A muffled sound.
Benjamin gritted his teeth in pain. His once aggressive manhood struck dead-on by her kick, it hurt like hell.
He gasped, was forced to let her go, then clutched his crotch whining in pain: "Ugh, damn, it hurts like hell—"
"Eva, don’t run, stand still for me—"
"You scumbag." Eva cursed and ran away. After all, the disparity in strength between men and women was huge; he was capable of anything. If Eva stayed by his side, she was bound to suffer great losses.
After kicking Benjamin, Eva stumbled and ran downstairs.
She rushed into the banquet hall and finally found a quiet corner to sit down quietly.
Slightly thirsty, she took a glass of wine and drank a couple of sips. Inside her body, a strange heat began to rise, an abnormal heat.