Chapter 260


    As Walter''s kisses became more intense, Evangeline''s will to fight back kicked in. Panicked, she reached out and gave Walter a fierce pinch under his arm.


    They sprang apart as if shocked by a bolt of electricity. Walter''s dark eyes locked onto her, his breathsing in heavy gasps. It was only then that Evangeline noticed her shirt buttons had been undone without her realizing it, her chest boldly on disy for Walter. "Walter, are you an animal? Is there nothing else in your head but this?" Evangeline was livid. Despite being sick and drunk, he just would not keep it together. What made her blood boil was how she herself had been so rattled by his kiss that she nearly lost all sense of reason!


    That little scuffle seemed to snap Walter out of it. He thought about their earlier fight, about Alex, the elephant in the room, and found himself at a loss for words.


    Walter was not one to trouble himself, so he silently stepped out of the tub. He dried off, slipped into a robe, and copsed onto the bed, his movements fluid as if the fiery encounter had never happened, as if Evangeline was never even there.


    Once Evangelineposed herself and stepped out of the bathroom, Walter was already fast asleep. Wounded, drunk, and exhausted from the night''s drama, he waspletely spent...


    Evangeline ran her fingers through Walter''s damp hair and, with a sigh of resignation, pulled out a quiet hairdryer, plugged it in, and started drying his hair.


    Her gentle hands worked through his hair, her fingers like ab, softly stroking until his hair waspletely dry. Only then did she stop.


    She felt like she owed Walter that much.


    Despite him being the kind of guy that could make the heavens rage with his awfulness, she could not help but feel a pang of tenderness for him.


    She figured that once they were divorced, she would not have the chance to care for Walter like this again.


    For the time being, she would do her duty as his wife.


    After stowing the hairdryer, Evangeline grabbed the first aid kit and cautiously peeled back the nket from Walter''s body.


    He was in great shape, his abs subtly defined. He was muscr but not intimidating, exuding a strong presence


    However, Evangeline''s gaze was drawn to a two-centimeter knife wound below his belly button.


    She had seen Walter''s injuries before, but they always took her breath away.


    That Lydia was vicious. If Evangeline had taken that stab, with her slight build, she would have died. She expertly applied antiseptic with a cotton swab to the wound, which Walter had managed to aggravate to the point of near-pus formation. That exined why he had a fever.


    After rebandaging the wound and checking his temperature while he slept, Evangeline finally rxed


    when she saw the numbers were back to normal.


    The night had stretched on, and after a day filled with restless energy, Evangeline was tired. Sheid to Walter and quickly drifted off into a deep slumber.


    She was out like a light, and if her internal clock had not betrayed her, she might have slept in until the sun was way up in the sky.


    The moment her eyes flickered open, she caught Walter giving her this intense, loaded look.


    "What''s up with you?"


    Evangeline jolted upright, making sure to yank the covers up to her chin in a snug cocoon.


    "What could I possibly be doing? You''re freaking out over nothing."This material belongs to N?velDrama.Org.