Chapter 110

Adrian Valentine suddenly stood up and strode toward Evelyn Roland, roughly capturing her trembling lips.

Evelyn's pupils constricted as she pushed against him with all her strength. How dare he touch her with lips that had kissed Isabella Langley?

"Mmph—"

She struggled desperately, but Adrian's iron grip held her immobile. The kiss was brutal, as if he wanted to devour her whole.

The familiar sweetness of her made him shudder. Three hundred days of longing crashed over him like a tidal wave.

Evelyn bit down hard on his tongue.

"Ah—"

The metallic tang of blood spread between them. But Adrian didn't flinch, as if determined to reclaim every kiss they'd missed in the past year.

Only when they were both gasping for air did he finally pull away.

Slap!

Her palm struck his cheek with a sharp crack.

"Adrian Valentine, how dare you humiliate me like this?" Tears streamed down her face, her nails digging into her own palms.

Adrian licked the blood from the corner of his mouth, his thumb brushing over her swollen lips. "You've gotten worse at this, Evelyn. Didn't Sebastian Cortez teach you how to kiss?"

"Get out!" Her voice was raw as she pointed at the door.

Adrian adjusted his cuffs with deliberate calm. "Remember—if you lay a single finger on Isabella, I'll make sure you regret being alive."

Evelyn suddenly laughed, tears clinging to her lashes. "You forced my hand. A year ago, it wasn't Melanie Evans who leaked the new product formula. It was Isabella—she bribed Melanie's brother with a kidney to take the fall."

"Proof?" His pupils contracted sharply.

"Melanie's brother is missing a kidney, and Isabella just happens to have an extra one. Isn't that proof enough?" She lifted her chin. "You two are perfect for each other—one a hypocrite, the other blind."

Adrian's expression darkened like storm clouds.

"May you two live happily ever after—a bitch and her lapdog." She grabbed her coat and turned to leave.

The door slammed shut with a deafening crash.

Adrian drove his fist into the coffee table. Amid the shattering glass, Christian Lefèvre's deathly pale face flashed through his mind.

That snowy night, it had been Evelyn's car that sent his best friend flying.

How dare she still walk around with such arrogance?

"Mr. Valentine?" His secretary stepped in, flinching at the murderous glint in his eyes. "Miss Langley is waiting for you downstairs."