Chapter 2
Evelyn's consciousness briefly cleared, and her fingers suddenly gripped Benjamin's shirt tightly.
"It's too late..."
"Are you afraid of being photographed, or afraid of Matthew seeing you like this?"
Benjamin's low voice, tinged with irritation, sounded by her ear, faintly carrying the alluring scent of cologne.
She opened her mouth to say something, but what came out was a soft, weak moan.
Her waist was suddenly gripped tightly, and she was pressed even deeper into Benjamin's chest.
At the same time came the reporters' questions and the sound of camera shutters—
"Ms. Thomas is actually having a secret meeting with a man!"
"Ms. Thomas, you and Mr. White are about to have your wedding. Now that this has happened, is this your provocation to the White family? Or are you just a promiscuous woman?"
"Sir, do you know Ms. Thomas is about to marry Mr. White?"
Various obviously humiliating questions came to an abrupt halt as Benjamin turned to look at them.
All the reporters' eyes widened, unable to believe who they were seeing.
Wasn't it supposed to be Evelyn hooking up with Matthew, becoming this year's best scandal?
How did the target of Evelyn's affair become Benjamin?
As everyone's eyes flickered with questions, Benjamin's steady voice rang out.
"As you all know, Evelyn and I are getting married."
His handsome face showed no unusual expression, and his gaze swept slowly and calmly over everyone around.
"I'm in her room—is there a problem with that?"
Benjamin's low, calm voice somehow made people feel bone-chillingly cold, as if cold wind kept drilling into their bones, making their bodies tremble involuntarily.
"Mr. White..."
One reporter, face pale, spoke up: "You and Ms. Thomas are about to get married, so naturally there's no problem with you doing this."
Even if there was a problem, no one would dare say so.
After the others caught on, they began flattering Benjamin and offering congratulations.
Finally, these reporters even promised that the next day's news would all be about his loving relationship with Evelyn.
Evelyn's whole body felt hot, and her mind wasn't very clear. She felt things shouldn't be like this, but didn't know what was wrong.
She instinctively nuzzled against him, her full red lips brushing against his chest through his shirt. Benjamin's body clearly stiffened for a moment.
He looked down at Evelyn in his arms, her eyes hazy and her face full of temptation. Deep in his eyes, flames seemed to be burning.
But soon they returned to calm, and his voice remained as flat as before.
"Since that's the case, you should know what to write and what not to write, right?"
"Yes, Ms. Thomas and Mr. White have a very deep affection. Ms. Thomas isn't feeling well, and Mr. White is personally taking care of her."
Instantly, everyone began praising their sweet relationship, and no one mentioned their original reason for barging in.
Especially when they saw that Benjamin's expression was cold, but his palm was gently patting Evelyn's back, they knew that bringing up anything about the Thomas family's adopted son would be a dead end!
Evelyn's soft, delicate moaning sound rang out.
This sound wasn't very clear among the somewhat chaotic surrounding noises, but Benjamin heard it exceptionally clearly.
His thin lips slowly pressed into a straight line, his eyes showing some annoyance, and when he spoke again, there was a hint of coldness: "You know this, and you're still not leaving?"
Who would dare disobey the words of Benjamin, heir to the White family?
The reporters left even faster than they had rushed in, and the last person to leave thoughtfully closed the door.
"They're all gone," Evelyn's whimpering voice sounded again, and she looked up at Benjamin with hazy eyes. "Shouldn't you leave, too?"
"Me leave?"
Benjamin laughed in anger, raising his hand to grip her chin: "Being with me makes you this unhappy?"
Her whole body was unbearably hot, and her mind was a bit foggy, not quite clear about the current situation.
But her voice was extremely soft and sweet, and her hands were gently tugging at his shirt.
"So hot, help me..."
As she spoke, Evelyn's soft body had already pressed against his firm chest.
With soft warmth in his arms, his Adam's apple rolled slightly, his eyes kept darkening, until finally they seemed to become thick, dark currents.
And Evelyn, who had let down her guard as soon as she saw Benjamin, had long since let the drug erode her reason, completely following her instincts as she rubbed against him.
"Evelyn!" He gripped her wrist with some annoyance, stopping her from continuing to rub against him. "Look clearly at who I am!"
Her red lips pouted slightly, as if dissatisfied with Benjamin's response, and she wanted to continue pressing against him.
On Benjamin's usually proud face, a rare trace of bitterness appeared: "If you were conscious, would you still do this?"
He sighed, ultimately not giving in to the surging desire in his heart, but instead called a doctor to handle the situation.
In Evelyn's dreams, scenes of her previous life's misery kept emerging—she was deceived by Matthew and Sophia, who had grown up with her, ending up dying miserably in a foreign land, with her family destroyed.
She couldn't help but cry in despair, but was held in a warm embrace, with a low voice seemingly comforting her all along, finally calming her down.
"Benjamin!"
Sitting up abruptly, Evelyn found she was alone in the room, with no sign of him at all.
So everything last night was just a dream?
In a daze, she looked down at her intact clothes, still not quite sure what had actually happened.
"Evelyn, how are you?"
Sophia burst in, and seeing the kiss marks on Evelyn's neck, her eyes suddenly widened: "You... you actually had sex with someone else? How can you face Matthew like this!"
Sophia's various accusations against Evelyn poured out.
Suppressing her disappointment at not seeing Benjamin, Evelyn looked up: "Even if I did have sex with him, what does that have to do with being sorry to Matthew?"
Sophia, contradicted by Evelyn, froze for a second, as if she hadn't expected her to say this.
"You're acting less like my friend and more like Matthew's mom, rushing to seek justice for him."
Something's wrong!
Usually, Evelyn was extremely good to Sophia, and she was even more worried about hurting Matthew. How could she say such sarcastic words?
Sophia was silent for a few seconds before softening her voice: "Evelyn, I was just a bit too anxious in my tone. But you have Matthew in your heart—how could you have sex with someone else? Besides, if Matthew hears you talking about me like this, he won't be happy."
Whenever Matthew was mentioned, Evelyn would always immediately soften.
"Whether he's happy or not, what does that have to do with me?"
Evelyn looked at Sophia and thought of the humiliation she suffered in her previous life. Her eyes flashed with intense hatred, not hiding it at all.
Being stared at like this, Sophia unconsciously swallowed, and when she spoke again, her voice trembled slightly: "Why are you looking at me like that? You're the one who made the mistake..."
A crisp slapping sound rang out, interrupting Sophia's words and stimulating her angry emotions: "How dare you hit me! Aren't you afraid of Matthew seeing you acting like a shrew!"