Chapter 902


    In the Vibrant Oasis Residences, Evelyn prepared and had dinner on her own. After a brief rest on the


    sofa, she headed to the bathroom for a shower, preparing for an early night’s rest.


    While in the shower, a faint sound of the front door creaking open echoed through the apartment.


    Assuming it was Thssa returning, Evelyn didn’t think much of it.


    Upon finishing her shower, Evelyn entered the living room dressed in pajamas, only to freeze in shock.


    There, on her couch, sat a man-an unwee presence that made her heart skip a beat.


    It was Bruce.


    Evelyn recoiled, anger ring in her eyes as she confronted him, “Bruce, how in the world did you get a


    key to my ce? What are you doing here? Get out. Now!”


    Her finger pointed vehemently towards the door, her chest heaving with every furious breath.


    Bruce looked up, his eyes, once schrly and gentle, twinkled with mischief. “I had a locksmith make


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    me a copy. Your home is my home, Evelyn. Why shouldn’t I be able toe in?”


    The sight of Evelyn, fresh from the shower with droplets of water glistening on her skin, stirred


    something within Bruce. Though years had etched their stories upon her face, her figure remained as


    slender and enticing as he remembered. The memories of their past intimacy came flooding back, with


    her alluring essence now reignited before him.


    “Your home is not my home, you shameless jerk! There’s nothing between us anymore!” Evelyn’s voice


    was sharp with indignation, trying to veil the creeping fear as she noticed thescivious glint in Bruce’s


    gaze.


    “Get out this instant!” shemanded, her voice trembling as much as her resolve, not daring to


    approach him but hoping her tone would scare him off.


    Bruce stood up, advancing towards her with a predatory glint in his eyes. “Evelyn, I’ve been thinking


    about what you said that you’ve been with other men. I doubt that’s true. You’re just trying to push my


    buttons.”


    Backpedaling, Evelyn bumped into the dining table, her anger mixed with panic. “Bruce, Thssa is


    your daughter! What more do you want?”


    She remembered Thssa’s advice not to provoke Bruce, who had grown increasingly erratic and


    dangerous. Without confirming or denying his suspicions, she hoped the mention of their daughter


    would quell his doubts.


    But hisugh was chilling and triumphant. “It’s been years since I’ve tasted you, Evelyn. Since you


    im there’s been no one else, let’s see if that’s true, shall we?”


    Evelyn’s fear turned to horror. “What are you trying to do?” she cried out, fumbling for the chair to


    defend herself.


    Before she could wield it, Bruce grabbed her wrist, twisting it behind her back and shoving her onto the


    couch.


    “Ah!” Evelyn’s cry filled the room as shended hard on the cushions.


    “Evelyn, you hit me once, thought you’d try it again? Don’t push your luck. Tonight, let’s settle both new


    and old scores,” Bruce snarled, pinning her down.


    “Let me go, help! Mmph…” Evelyn’s cries for help were muffled as Bruce mped a hand over her


    mouth, his eyes shing a deadly warning.


    She kicked out, but Bruce deftly avoided her, pinning her legs with his knee and her wrists with his


    other hand, his body bearing down on her.


    Trapped, Evelyn writhed in desperation, her struggle causing the buttons on her pajama top to pop


    open, revealing more than she intended.