Chapter 9 Feeling Of Envy

• Just as Evelyn was about to close her mouth, he pressed his thumb against her teeth, and she instinctively opened her mouth again, letting Huston play with her mouth. Eventually, he had enough fun and withdrew his fingers. He grabbed a tissue to carefully wipe his fingers and glanced at Evelyn, sitting in a confused daze. Her innocence ignited his desire. However, they just had sex in the dining room; it’d be too much for her to handle if he f*cked her again. “It’s unbelievable your husband chose another woman. He probably hasn’t seen you in this light before,” Huston sarcastically remarked. Perhaps Huston didn’t intend to belittle her, but his words struck a chord. Embarrassed and angry, Evelyn wrapped herself in clothes and rushed out of the room. As Huston watched her disappearing figure at the doorway, a wider smile played across his eyes.
• Not only was she as pure as a daisy, but she was also playing hard-to-get. Evelyn headed straight to the room Huston had arranged for her, locked the door, and threw herself onto the bed. The thought of what had just occurred gave her butterflies. She hurriedly got up and rushed to the bathroom, turning on the tap to splash her face. The cold water cooled her, but only a little. When she looked at her flushed appearance in the mirror, she turned away. What makes her any different from Jerry now? Despite her intention to divorce, she hadn’t followed through. By having sex with Huston, did she have ulterior motives beyond escaping her marriage? Evelyn questioned herself internally, yet she couldn’t muster the courage to face the truth. She wanted Huston’s help to reclaim what rightfully belonged to her and win the lawsuit.
• But he wanted her body, and though she wouldn’t admit it, she wanted him too. She noticed the lingering red marks on her face, which are less swollen now. She remembered how tenderly Huston had treated her wound in the study just now. Shaking her head vigorously, Evelyn snapped herself out of her reverie. The sound of knocking on the bedroom door interrupted her thoughts. She wiped her face clean and approached the door. Huston’s displeased face greeted her as she opened it. “You locked the door?” She pursed her lips. “I’m going to sleep.” A grin spread across his lips. “Who told you we’d be sleeping in separate beds?” Her eyes widened, and she quickly took a glance at the king-sized bed. Huston pushed the door open and stepped inside. After closing the door, he picked her up and pressed her against the bed. “You’re testing my limits. Not being a very good girl...