I rang the doorbell nervously and waited for five minutes.
Liam, sleepy-eyed, came to open the door with a frown on his face.
"Evelyn, you're following me!?"
I took a deep breath and imitated him.
Be calm and restrained, as if you are negotiating a deal.
"Liam, we are in a business marriage, isn't it just keeping a few lovers? It's normal! As long as you and I are on the same marriage certificate, you can do whatever you want outside."
The surprise on his face was covered by anger.
"Why are you pretending to be a nagging woman? Do you think I will believe you? Evelyn, I have done everything I can for you! If you continue to pester me, don't blame me for killing you!"
My eyes quickly turned red.
I want to cry and make a fuss.
I wanted to shake his shoulders desperately.
I wanted to question him at the top of my voice, it was clearly him who changed his mind, so why could he accuse me so confidently.
But I held back.
I don't want him to hate me.
"Don't worry, I mean what I say! Sharing a husband? Sexless marriage? Even if she wants to bully me, I don't mind."
I pretended to be indifferent, but in fact I was a mean person to the core.
My love for him has already grown into my flesh and melted into my blood.
The pain of separation is no less than excruciating as flaying alive, draining the marrow from the bones.
Liam froze, turned around quickly, and closed the half-open door of the bedroom.
I didn't care and chased after him.
"Let me tell you this, Liam. If you have any other requests, just ask!"
He pushed me to the ground, his cold fingers gripped my neck, and his deep voice sounded like a ghost:
"You'll do anything to achieve your goal! And then what? You'll use other methods to control me! You'll hire a killer to kill Summer! Is that right?"
He took off the mask of coldness and alienation.
There was a terrifying murderous intent in those narrow eyes.
What the hell is he talking about!?
Falling into a suffocating feeling of near death.
I waved my arms and legs feebly.
The only consciousness left was confusion.
"Sister Evelyn, is that you?"
Suddenly, the bedroom door was opened.
Summer stood barefoot on the ground, her pale skin making her eyes look even more red and swollen.
"Mr. Hayes, please, don't do anything to Sister Evelyn, you, please let go of your hand first..."
With the sound of chains clanging, she staggered towards us.
Next second.
The shrill alarm rang throughout the house.
I was stunned by the scene before me.
Summer had a GPS alarm on her wrist and heavy shackles on her feet.
Liam carried her to the bed and carefully applied medicine and bandaged her bruised ankle.
"Summer, how many times has your brother told you that if you don't obey you will get hurt? Why don't you believe it?"
Summer tugged at Liam's sleeve, begging carefully and tearfully:
"I don't want to be a third party. Let's just forget about our relationship, okay?"
"It's just a marriage certificate, it's meaningless! My bride can only be you!"
Liam wrapped her in the quilt, not allowing her to show any skin.
The overbearing words revealed a morbid love.
I've never seen him look like that.
Even when we were in love, there was no such thing.
My stomach was churning with nausea.
Perhaps, this is what his true love looks like.
Or maybe, only in front of Summer would he be so emotional, even crazy.
Feeling my surprised gaze.
Liam turned his head, his eyes like sharp swords.
"Why don't you get out of here?"
"Evelyn, five years ago, the Reed family was standing behind you. I was a powerless useless person, and I could only be manipulated by you! I kept a low profile and pursued fame and fortune just to get rid of your control and walk in the sunshine with Summer!"
