Chapter 278 She Has Me in Her Heart
The golden glow of the sunset streamed through the glass window, casting a soft light on their intertwined shadows, making the scene look like something out of a dream.
It was as gentle as that deep kiss.
Evelyn's cheeks turned as red as roses from Edward's kiss, leaving her dizzy, with a tingling sensation spreading through her entire body.
At first, she had the strength to pound his chest with her fists, but gradually, she lost her strength, overwhelmed by Edward's dominant presence. Her breath became erratic, her legs weakened, and she took step after step backward.
Evelyn's delicate body was pressed against the table by Edward, causing the items on the table to scatter all over the floor.
She let out a low moan, sounding both resistant and pleading. Edward's eyes turned red, and his ears flushed as if they were about to bleed. An unprecedented heat spread throughout his body, as if he were being ignited by a flame named Evelyn.
Edward swore that he had only kissed Evelyn like this in his life.
He also secretly vowed that he would never touch another woman like this again.
"Evelyn!" The studio door was suddenly pushed open, and Betty stormed in.
Seeing Evelyn and Edward locked in a passionate kiss, she covered her mouth and her pupils dilated in shock.
The next second, she let out a scream and cursed, "Edward, what are you doing? Let go of Evelyn!"
Evelyn's half-closed eyes snapped open, and she pushed Edward away as if waking from a dream. Then, with a particularly smooth motion, she slapped him across the face!
The sound was loud, and Edward's left cheek swelled up, leaving Betty stunned.
Edward only felt a burning pain on his cheek, but the corners of his lips curled up slightly, revealing a strange expression of satisfaction.
"Edward, get out of here, right now! I don't want to see you!" Evelyn shouted as her face was flushed from his kiss, her eyes watery, and her lips tinged with a shameful blush.
His eyes deepened with amusement. Despite the traces of their intimacy still lingering, she wanted him to leave.
"Get out!" Evelyn shouted again, her chest heaving with shame and anger.
"Alright, I'll come see you again when you're done with this." Edward said with a smile.
Evelyn was puzzled as she thought, 'What is Edward talking about? Who wants to see him?'
Edward gave her one last deep look before reluctantly walking towards the door.
As Edward brushed past Betty, he left behind a pleasant scent of fir. She stood there, stunned, unable to recover from the shock. By the time she came to her senses, Edward had already disappeared.
"Evelyn! Are you okay?" Betty hurriedly stepped forward to support the somewhat unsteady Evelyn, her eyes red with anger, almost on the verge of tears. "Evelyn, he bullied you. Let's call the police!"
"I'm okay." Evelyn clutched her wildly beating chest and sighed softly, "Just let it go."
Betty was suddenly taken aback, and seeing the hint of evasion in Evelyn's eyes, she realized something. She opened her arms and hugged Evelyn, asking, "Evelyn, tell me the truth, do you still love him?"
"No." Evelyn answered almost without hesitation, returning Betty's hug with a slightly hoarse voice, "We're divorced. It's impossible that I love him. For the past thirteen years, I never truly treated myself well because of Edward. After leaving him, I won't love anyone else again, nor will I repeat the same mistakes. One must look forward."
Betty's eyes welled up with tears as she sighed.
She felt that the deepest, most tender part of Evelyn's heart still bore the wounds left by Edward that were hard to heal.
"Yes, we must look forward!" Betty patted Evelyn's back, saying with a bright smile.
When Edward left the villa, his eyes were still a bit dazed and he immersed in the recent passionate kiss with Evelyn.
"Edward!" Bart, shivering in the cold outside, saw Edward come out and hurried over to greet him.
He took a closer look and saw Edward's starry eyes shining like pearls under his sharp brows, his cheeks flushed, and his thin lips glistening with a seductive sheen.
Bart's mouth went dry, and his face turned red as well.
"Edward, what happened to your face?" Bart asked.
"Mrs. Wellington slapped me." Edward raised his hand to touch his face.
"Why did Mrs. Wellington slap you?" Bart asked, eyes wide with shock.
Thinking about Evelyn, who had practically melted in his arms from his kiss, Edward felt his heart race.
"Because she cares about me," he said with a smirk.
There were only three days left until the birthday party.
After trying everything she could think of, Tiffany got the final disappointing news: Sharon absolutely wouldn't design a dress for her.
"Workers from Sharon's studio said that no matter how much money you offer or how generous the conditions, she won't design a dress for you," Debra nervously relayed the message to Tiffany.
Tiffany loudly demanded, "Why?"
"Mom, please don't ask for the specific reasons," Debra hesitated.
"Don't stammer. Just tell me!" Tiffany snapped.
Debra shivered and mustered the courage to say, "Sharon said she won't design clothes for someone with a bad reputation, as it would ruin her own reputation."
She had already tried to soften the blow, as Sharon's original words were even harsher!
"Damn it! How outrageous!" Tiffany was furious, sweeping all the expensive cosmetics off the dressing table onto the floor, her face darkening. "She's just a damn dressmaker. What's so great about her! Even without a dress designed by Sharon, I can still outshine Joyce on that day!"
The room suddenly fell silent.
"Dad?" Noticing Patrick standing at the door like an ice sculpture, Debra called out, her heart skipping a beat.
Tiffany quickly turned around and saw a somber Patrick. She hurriedly and theatrically called out, "Patrick! You're back from your business trip? When did you get back?"
"What are you fussing about now? Why did you smash everything?" Patrick asked, frowning at the mess.
"I wanted top designer Sharon to custom-make a dress for me, but not only did she refuse, she also insulted me! How can I bear it?" Tiffany, with tearful eyes, ran over and hugged Patrick. Her girlish, delicate demeanor made even twenty-something Debra feel ashamed in comparison. "Patrick! I am your wife, representing you and the Wellington Group. Sharon insulting me is like insulting you, not respecting the Wellington family! You must stand up for me, and you must blacklist her! Let her know the consequences of offending us!"
"Blacklist? She's an internationally renowned designer; her market isn't even in the country. Do you think blacklisting her will work? Do you think she cares?" Patrick's tone grew more rigid.
In the past, he found Tiffany's coquettishness endearing and pitiful.
But now, after she repeatedly caused almost irreparable trouble, and forgot the lessons learned, he found her behavior immature and ungraceful.
Tiffany was momentarily speechless, feeling both angry and wronged.
"Debra, you go out first. I need to talk to Tiffany," Patrick said coldly.
"Okay!" Debra quickly slipped away because she thought Tiffany had become increasingly difficult to approach and understand.
Closing the door, Tiffany calmed herself and softly asked, "Patrick, did you see the guest list I sent you? Is it okay?"
"Tiffany, why did you move your birthday to the weekend?" Patrick had felt uneasy about this ever since he heard the news abroad. "You know very well that Joyce's birthday is on that day too. Did you choose that day just to go against her?"
Tiffany bit her lip.
"Your silence means I guessed right?" Patrick slowly pushed her away, looking puzzled. "The grudge between you two has been over for more than twenty years. Both of you have left the entertainment industry, and everyone has forgotten about those things. By challenging her now, you're just reminding the public of that unpleasant past. Isn't that stirring up trouble?"
"The unpleasant past doesn't have to do with me." Tiffany's eyes darkened, and she laughed bitterly. "The one who was embarrassed and disgraceful was Joyce! I'm still the glamorous star!"
"You are truly incomprehensible!" Patrick said coldly.
"Incomprehensible? Patrick, is it really me who's incomprehensible, or are you feeling guilty?" Tiffany's bloodshot eyes hinted at resentment.
"What do you mean by that?" Patrick's brow furrowed even more.
"In your heart, you're still biased towards Joyce, aren't you? After all, more than twenty years ago, the rumors about you two were rampant," Tiffany said openly.
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