He lowered his head and gently kissed away the tears on her face, his lips caressing her eyelids, her cheeks, her lips. Evelyn cradled his neck and kissed him back.

The apartment fell quiet. The only sound that could be heard was them breathing.

A moment Later, he pinned her onto the sofa, her long hair cascading down the side of the sofa.

He stared at the woman with eyes red from wine.

“Honey, I'll never let you down!"

Evelyn kissed his lips.

“You better not," she teased playfully.

The night passed with passionate hearts beating, taking comfort in each other.

In the Hilton family manor

Debbie looked at Carlos worriedly while he was on the phone. Carlos’ face was as cold as ice. He ordered, "Find out who did this. Don't let them get away with it! They dared to attack my daughter. I'll make sure they rot in jail for the rest of their lives!"

Once he hung up, Debbie asked anxiously, “So what did he say? What's going on?"

“Those people have already been arrested by the police for malicious mischief, fraud, and intentional assault. Evelyn needs to tell the prosecutor whether she's going to press charges or accept a settlement.

Huh! Even if Evelyn is kind enough to agree to the settlement, I won't!

My daughter has never been insulted Like this! They dared to throw eggs at my daughter. They can spend the rest of their lives in the clink laying eggs!" Carlos was really pissed off by the news and hated the fact that Evelyn just wanted the problem to go away. Didn't she care about her honor?

Debbie was amused by his words.

"Lay eggs in prison? I don't think that's anatomically possible."

“Then I'll let them watch hens lay eggs all day! The long and short of it is that I won't let them off easy. Hell with the 1.5 million compensation! I won't pay them a penny!”

Debbie patted his back and comforted him in a soft voice, “Calm down, hubby. You know it's not good for your heart to get this upset. Evelyn is fine. If you want them punished for this, I'm sure that can be arranged. But calm down first."

“Humph!" Carlos snorted.

“Evelyn is not okay! Couldn't you see her wincing in pain when the eggs hit?" Remembering this, Carlos dialed the number again. When the other party picked up, he ordered, “Buy a hundred cartons and throw every egg at them!"

Debbie couldn't believe her ears. Carlos was even more childish than she was. Imagine wasting a hundred boxes of eggs just for that! She snatched Carlos' phone from his hand.

“Forget what Carlos just said.

Good night," she said quickly. She wanted to get this done before

Carlos could get his phone back.

"Yes, Debbie!"