Chapter 42
Evelyn laughed indifferently. She’d known he’d react this way. She knew Adrian better than he knew himself.
“See? Can we really go back? For the sake of whatever dignity we have left, I hope you’ll at least show up for
the court date.”
Evelyn turned to leave, but Adrian, seeing her resolve, snapped. A surge of unbridled fury shot through him.
He grabbed her arm, his face twisting with rage as he tugged at her clothes.
“What more do you want? I’ve already made Clarissa play the part of a mistress. Her child will forever be branded a bastard. Isn’t that enough for you?”
Adrian was seething. Despite Evelyn’s struggles and kicks, he refused to let her go.
The physical gap between them was stark, and panic clawed at Evelyn. She’d never thought he might rape her in the restroom.
“Well, excuse me.” A low, clear voice cut through the chaos.
Evelyn and Adrian froze, turning to see Nathan stepping out of one of the stalls.
Seizing Adrian’s momentary distraction, Evelyn raised her hand and slapped him hard across the face.
The sound echoed, sharp and unflinching. She wrenched free, shoving Adrian away as she stumbled toward
Nathan.
Nathan stepped in front of her, shielding her with a protective arm. His gaze sliced through Adrian, cold and laced with disdain.
“Scum. He spat the word, then led Evelyn out.
Adrian roared, kicking the sink, only to smash his big toe against the marble. He yelped in pain, clutching his foot. “Damn it!”
Back at the private room door, Nathan paused and said in a cold tone, “Wait for me in the car.”
Evelyn was confused. Fabian’s leering face flashed in her mind, and she hurried off obediently.
Nathan pushed open the door. Fabian, assuming it was Evelyn, smirked lewdly. “Changed your mind, Mrs.
Rivers?”
The smile vanished when he saw Nathan. He scrambled to put on a gentlemanly front.
“What are you expecting my employee to change her mind?”
Nathan pulled out a chair and sat, his icy stare pinning Fabian in place. There was a lethal edge to that gaze that made Fabian’s legs go weak, his lips trembling.
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Fabian jumped up, grabbed a cigarette from the table, bowed, and held it out to Nathan, fumbling to light it.
Nathan took a long drag, then blew a cloud of smoke directly in Fabian’s face.
“You harassed someone you shouldn’t have. How do you think I should punish you?”
Fabian, a heavy smoker himself, choked violently on the sudden smoke, doubling over in coughs.
“Mr. Ford, I didn’t know she was yours. I swear! It’s my fault. I was blind. Please, Mr. Ford, give me a chance!” Fabian groveled, his voice cracking.
Nathan let out a mocking laugh.
The cigarette ash had grown long, but he made no move to tap it off. Fabian, catching the hint, scrambled to fetch the ashtray.
Nathan to arch a brow, nodding toward Fabian’s outstretched hand.
Fabian’s heart skipped a beat. He swallowed hard, his hands trembling as he held his palm open.
Nathan flicked the ash onto his skin. The heat was mild, manageable, but it was only the start.
Without warning, Nathan’s expression darkened, a menacing shadow crossing his face. He pressed the smoldering cigarette butt directly into Fabian’s palm.
The stench of burning flesh filled the air. Nathan pulled back, satisfied, and patted Fabian’s pudgy cheek roughly.
“Next time, wear your eyes when you’re out.”
He stood and left. Fabian crumpled to the floor, gasping for breath, thinking it was finally over. But five minutes later, as he struggled to collect himself and stand, his phone rang.
“Mr. Carroll, we’ve got evidence of your fake invoices and the sexual harassment of female employees.”
The words hit Fabian like a sledgehammer. He collapsed again, his eyes vacant
“It’s over. I’m done!”
Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
