Infidelity: His Regret, My Revenge – A Twisted Love Story You Can't Ignore

Chapter179.☐☐☐☐☐ After three seconds of hesitation, I twisted off the platinum tie pin's cap with a delicate click. My eyes narrowed as I stared at the needle's glinting tip, then at the sleeping boss, studying him from head to toe... considering where to strike. Where to draw blood without permanent damage? Arm? Rolling up his sleeve feels too intimate. Thigh? What if I hit a nerve? Foot? God forbid he limps during shareholder meetings. Every option required disturbing the bedding. Lifting sheets to expose his limbs felt disturbingly intrusive. Finally, my gaze settled on his hand, the only exposed part besides his face and neck. I bent down, gently lifting his hand. I held his index finger, slowly bringing the pin closer to his fingertip... Evan's brow furrowed slightly. Just as I was about to touch him, I stopped. Looking at his sleeping face, I apologetically said "Mr. Jones, I don't mean to stab you; you're sleeping too soundly." "My grandmother said if someone can't be woken up, they might be having a nightmare and need a little bloodletting to wake up. "Bear with it; it'll hurt a little." Ill stab you on three. One, two, three-" As I finished "three,' I thrust the pin down with assassin's resolve-only to stab empty air. His captured finger slipped from my grasp. Before I could react, his hand surged upward, fingers interlacing with mine in a bone-crushing grip. I panicked and tried to shake free. The next instant, he yankeddownward. Bent over him, my full weight collapsed onto his chest. My breasts pressed flush against the hard, warm plane of his torso through thin fabric- My pupils dilated. Pushing against his chest with one hand to rise, I forgot I still held the pin. During my struggle to escape, the tip plunged into his pectoral muscle. My assault weapon" hand got pinned too. I fell back onto his chest, the impact jolting my senses."Let go!" I screamed. When he refused, I stabbed the pin into his knuckles- Until he flipped us over, crushingbeneath him. "Olivia, must you collect my life essence like sVictorian vampire?" His low, husky voice sounded. His eyes slowly opened, slightly sleepy and lazy. My heart raced. What a ridiculous position! My body stiffened; my face flushed uncontrollably."Mr. Jones, letgo; I need to get up." My eyes darted around; I didn't dare look at his face... eye contact in this situation would be dangerous! "Should I let you up to stabtwice more?" Evan looked at Olivia, his mind full of the soft touch of her body. He saw her slender, snow-white neck, naturally rosy lips, and slightly messy hair scattered on his pillow, exuding a sweet fragrance. 100.0% < Chapter179. ☐☐☐☐☐ His breath hitched; an inexplicable heat spread through him. His palm slowly caressed mine, our fingers entwined, becoming sweaty and sticky. The atmosphere became... dangerous and intimate. "...I... I won't stab you anymore. Here's the pin." I threw the pin away, my heartbeat rapidly increasing. "Alright, alright, no more pin; you're safe now; letup." He stared atfor a moment before releasing me. I quickly got off the bed. My legs were weak, my hair messy, my palms damp and numb; I swayed, almost falling back onto the bed. Evan's gaze fell on my curves; his breathing quickened again. I turned my back, fixing my hair and clothes, pretending to be calm."Mr. Jones, you're awake; I'll go now." I'd deliver the message from his mother when he was free. I didn't want to stay a second longer. Waking him up was... too difficult... "Don't rush." He stopped me. I turned back, breathlessly asking, "...Anything else?" "You injured me." Evan pulled open his pajama top to show me. “.....” I stared at the small spot of blood on his chest, silent for a moment. Then, I said dryly, "I'm really sorry." "Is that enough?" Evan's voice was low. "Then what do you want?" I was annoyed."I'll let you stabback, what do you think?” “1 """1 Looking at his chest muscles, then considering my words... OMG!! No, no, no!! He narrowed his eyes, then looked around on the pillow as if searching for something... the pin?! My chest tightened; I escaped the room. Twenty minutes later, Evan, dressed in a suit, emerged from the rest room, looking elegant and refined. Seeingstill in his office, he was surprised. He thought I'd left. "Why are you still here?" You think I want to be here?! I said helplessly, "Mrs. Vivian Jones called; she's arranged a blind date for you tonight. I'll text you the tand place; she askedto remind you." I finished and sent him the information. My task was done. Evan's phone buzzed twice. He didn't look at it. His cold eyes fixed on me, his expression growing serious. "You askto go on a blind date?" "Your mother asks you to go on a blind date." It's none of my business! I'm just delivering a message! I don't have the authority to order him! "You wantto go on a blind date?" He rephrased, his tone colder. Can't you just letgo? < Chapter170 "... Your mother askedto tell you about this; she wants you to go on a blind date.” I repeated. He looked at me, then smiled; it wasn't a happy smile. 64041 "Since my mother asked you to do it, it must mean something. My blind dates are always fruitless, so she probably thinks I need a strategist." What?! Are you listening to yourself?! "I think..." Evan interrupted me."I think my mother did a wise thing. Olivia, thank you for being my strategist." "But I think..." "I think you can get back to work," he cutoff again, then smiled. "If you're not busy, let's discuss the stabbing incident. You said you'd letstab back; I remember that." He took out the tie pin from his suit pocket. I was speechless. He actually carries it with him! Crazy! I turned and ran, very quickly. It was tto leave, but I couldn't. Sherry called. "Olivi what twill you be home? The necklace is with Rita! She's going to the Shaw's for dinner tonight. We might hear something huge and have a big breakthrough." "You go to my place first; I'll be late." "Working overtime?" "...Sort of." Actually, I was being a blind date strategist for my boss. That was absolutely ridiculous! I was embarrassed to tell anyone about it; it was absurd. But later, I understood; it was Evan's delayed rebellion against his mother! He resented his parents reprimanding him because of rumors. Sherry said, "Fine. I'll go to your place and wait for you." I hummed, hanging up. Working until 6:20 pm, I went to Evan's office, forcing a smile. “Mr. Jones, you have a date with Miss White at seven; it's almost time." Evan was still working. Without looking up, he said coldly, "So happy? Are you looking forward to it?" mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLliI0fiflO&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLliIofifl0&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1