Chapter 311 Evelyn, Will You Forgive Me

Chapter 311 Evelyn, Will You Forgive Me

Evelyn felt a chill run through her body.

Before she could push him away, she was swept off her feet.

Strong arms circled her waist with surprising force, holding her securely as he carried her upstairs.

"Luke, put me down! Don't you dare touch me!"

She struggled violently in his arms, her fists pounding chaotically against his chest and shoulders.

He ignored her completely, his steps never faltering.

Evelyn's cheek pressed against his burning chest. Through the thin fabric of his shirt, she could clearly feel the rhythm of his heartbeat - steady, powerful, each beat making her ears tingle.

"Are you insane? I told you to let me go!"

"Luke!"

Her screaming and struggling meant nothing to him - like a cat's scratching.

He kicked open the bedroom door with one foot, strode inside, and threw her heavily onto the soft bed.

The mattress bounced twice.

Dizzy and disoriented, Evelyn tried to get up, but a tall figure loomed over her.

Luke's knee pressed against the bed's edge, his arms braced on either side of her body, trapping her completely between himself and the bed in an airtight cage.

He looked down at her, his eyes churning with intense emotions she couldn't understand, his breathing hot and heavy against her face.

"What are you doing?" Evelyn trembled with rage, both ashamed and angry. "Get away from me!"

Not only did he not move away, he leaned closer until his nose nearly touched hers.

His scent - clean yet aggressively masculine - enveloped her completely.

"Luke, stay away from me. We're over."

Evelyn continued shouting defiantly, her struggles undiminished.

"We can be over after you put out the fire you started." His tone carried its usual dominance.

"I won't. If you dare touch me, I'll never forgive you."

Evelyn refused to back down.

His broad shoulders, firm chest, and the powerful legs beneath his narrow waist - every inch radiated intense masculine energy.

Her resistance seemed pathetically weak against his absolute strength.

His kiss came without warning.

Punishing, rough, brutal - giving her no chance to breathe.

"Mmm... let go..."

Evelyn turned her head to dodge, but his palm cupped the back of her head, making escape impossible.

All her resistance was useless against him.

Gradually, her struggling weakened, the stubborn fight within her crumbling bit by bit under his forceful kiss.

Deep in her body, a familiar trembling sensation spread uncontrollably.

Damn it!

Her treacherous body responded so quickly, surrendering to his aggressive assault.

When he sensed she was close to the edge, Luke suddenly stopped, his forehead pressed against hers, their heated breaths mingling.

His voice was hoarse, carrying a hint of pleading.

"Evelyn, will you forgive me?"

Evelyn's eyes welled up, hurt and anger surging again.

She turned her head away, stubbornly saying, "No."

Luke looked at her defiant profile but didn't continue, just quietly pressed against her, motionless.

In the bedroom, only their intertwined breathing remained.

His weight, his warmth, his intoxicating scent invaded all her senses.

Evelyn's mind was in complete chaos.

He moved again briefly, giving her a taste of sweetness, then leaned down once more, his warm lips against her ear, coaxing in a whisper, "Baby, don't be angry anymore. Forgive me, okay?"

That single "baby" made her entire body go weak.

But reason told her she couldn't forgive him so easily.

"No!" She bit her lip, refusing to give in.

"Really no?"

Luke stopped all movement again.

He held himself up, waiting with infinite patience.

"Ask me a hundred times - my answer will be the same."

Evelyn's tone was slightly frantic. Stopping at this moment was unbearable.

This bastard was actually negotiating with her at a time like this.

She didn't believe he could hold back when he was so ready.

What happened next would haunt Evelyn for life.

Luke simply withdrew, efficiently put on his pants, and walked away...

Evelyn fell silent.

He actually restrained himself?

Evelyn was furious, grinding her teeth. This feeling of unfulfilled desire was torturous.

Resentment clogged her chest, impossible to release.

She grabbed a shirt from his closet, threw it on, and ran out.

Who was the one who aroused desire then left the other unsatisfied?

Luke stood by the window, watching her storm off angrily, a slight smile playing on his lips...

The next day, Evelyn returned to the company.

She seemed completely transformed.

Gone was her previous dejection. She wore a sharp black and white business suit, her hair pulled back high, revealing her smooth forehead and delicate features. Her entire being radiated an untouchable elite aura.

After thinking all night, she'd realized something: why give up an entire forest for one tree - especially a dishonest tree that had deceived her repeatedly.

Amy clicked over in high heels.

She pulled Evelyn to an empty corner, mysteriously taking out her phone and opening a photo.

"Evelyn, look! Quinn's comeuppance came so fast!"

The photo was shocking.

A woman with a shaved head had been stuffed into an oak wine barrel, only her head visible.

Her face showed terror and dishevelment, her eyes vacant as if her spirit had been broken.

It was Quinn.

Evelyn's pupils contracted sharply.

A chill of fear ran through her.

Thank God she had a perfect alibi last night.

Amy lowered her voice, gossip fire burning bright.

"I heard she woke up like this! Right on the street - she fainted from shock on the spot."

"Serves her right for being so arrogant and crazy. Now she's been taught a lesson!"

Just as she finished speaking, several uniformed police officers appeared at the office entrance.

They walked straight toward Evelyn.

Colleagues' gazes immediately focused, the atmosphere growing tense.

The police were just conducting routine questioning, their attitude polite.

After all, last night's conflict between Evelyn and Quinn at the banquet was common knowledge, making her the prime suspect.

"Miss Jackson, surveillance shows you left Jackson Mansion for an hour and a half last night. Where were you during that time?"

Evelyn crossed her arms, her fingertips lightly tapping her elbow.

She paused briefly.

Then met their gaze directly.

"I was at my boyfriend's villa."

"You can verify this anytime. He lives right next to my family's house."

...

Boyfriend!

When the police appeared at Prosperous Finance Company to verify with Luke, learning that Evelyn had called him her boyfriend, he relaxed visibly in his leather chair.

Luke's lips curved in the faintest smile, clearly pleased.

Their stories matched perfectly.

The police left quickly.

Ken entered with files, beginning his work report.

After finishing, he asked an extra question.

"Mr. White, we haven't sent out the engagement invitations yet. Should we send them today?"

Luke's fingertip tapped lightly on the desk, his voice flat.

"Send them according to the list."

Ken asked again, "Should the bride's name still be left blank as previously discussed?"

Luke nodded. "Yes."

Ken's expression remained unchanged as he continued professionally.

"Your and Miss Ramirez's formal wear has been completed and ready for pickup. But the wedding rings haven't been finalized yet - timing might be tight."

Luke exhaled a white ring of smoke, the haze blurring his sharp features.

"I'll choose this afternoon."

"Very well."

Ken nodded and quickly left.

Soon, the entire high society circle received engagement invitations from Prosperous Finance Company, causing an instant uproar.

Their prestigious, aloof, and distinguished Mr. White was finally getting engaged!

Only the bride's name was hidden, adding mystery.

Everyone wildly speculated about this mysterious bride's identity. Being invited to Mr. White's engagement was an incredible honor.

At noon.

Ken personally delivered an invitation to Evelyn's desk.

This invitation seemed heavier than the others.

Evelyn's fingers trembled slightly as she opened the high-quality envelope.

Elegant script met her eyes.

Luke and Lyra.

Two names side by side, intimately close yet painfully glaring.

She stared at the card for a long time.

Only four days left.

In four days, he would be engaged to another woman.

Her heart felt chaotic.

Now that everything was decided, he wanted her to crash the engagement - how could she bring such disgrace to the Jackson family?

She claimed not to care, but her eyes gradually reddened...