With the same stony expression, Evelyn said, "Mr. Napier, you need to know why I'm helping you now. If it weren't for Melody, I wouldn't even let you in here."

He reached out his hand to Lift her chin. Evelyn was forced to Look at him.

"Let go of me!" she protested.

“Evelyn, I've known you for a Long time. You've been always so aloof.

Come on. Stop pretending! Don't think that I'm some oblivious prick who doesn't know how people Like you behave in private. I know for a fact that you rich people like playing around. You're almost 30, so it's normal for you to take a Liking to younger guys. So, you don't have to pretend in front of me. You have such a great body which just makes me want to..."

“Napier!" Evelyn shook off his hand, stood up, and pulled herself away from him.

"Please leave.”

Napier snorted, “What? Are you angry now? I said, stop pretending! Is it because I haven't showered? Is that why you refuse to sleep with me?" He took a step forward and grabbed her wrist.

This mere touch already excited him. Evelyn was indeed beautiful. It was difficult to resist her. He pulled her toward him and pressed her against the couch.

Evelyn tried to wrestle herself free, but to no avail. She cried out,

“Tayson! Mmmph. He covered her mouth with his hand.

Napier leaned toward her to kiss her on the lips. Evelyn dodged which excited him even more. He tried to tear her clothes but only managed to rip off one button.

Unable to cry for help, Evelyn had to think of a way to get herself out of the situation. Upon seeing the mug on the table, she grabbed it and smashed it against his head. Then she did it again.

“Aaargh! You bitch!" Crying out in pain, he finally rolled down and away from Evelyn.

Evelyn hit him pretty hard that blood was gushing out of his head.

As soon as Evelyn was free, she went for the trash can and tried to vomit, but nothing came out. She then ran to the door to get Tayson inside.

After that, Sheffield arrived.

She hadn't gone to the hospital to visit Napier since the incident. She didn't want to see him anymore. She didn't care anymore whether he died or not.

Evelyn snapped out of her thoughts, depressed as she remembered the past. She scratched her long hair, annoyed and restless.

Her phone buzzed at that moment. It was a message from Sheffield.

“Sorry, Eve. I didn't have my phone on me. I was in the lab. Are you okay now? Forget the past. You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to. It doesn't matter. But promise me that you'll never see that guy alone again.”

She bit her lower lip and fretfully bent over the desk. Finally, she texted him back.

“I want to see you, Sheffield.”

“I'm coming!"

In an instant, Sheffield put away his phone, changed his clothes and walked out of the Lab.