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   Chapter 2 A Shameful Escape

Miss CEO: Lost In Love And Trickery By Li Zi Hai Shi Xing Characters: 6849

Updated: 2020-08-11 00:03

Hopelessly drunk, Della found herself losing her grip on reality, trapped in the memory of her wedding night. She stumbled towards the door, determined to find Evan and make him stay with her this time.

After some fumbling with the door knob, she stumbled out of the room, just in time to catch a silhouette opening the door to Room 1002.

His broad shoulders and powerful back muscles reminded her of Evan.

"Fuck off!" His voice was like an icy dagger that cut to the bone, but Della didn't care.

Mark Hua grimaced and clenched his jaw against the pain shooting through his body. He was already wounded and in pain when all of a sudden, a woman he had never met before pounced on him from behind. He tried to shake her off, but she clung to him like a stubborn koala.

"No. Please don't push me away, Evan..." Della begged pitifully between sobs. She was too far gone to realize that the man before her was a complete stranger.

Mark Hua frowned. Unable to free himself from her desperate clutch, he was left with no other choice but to drag Della into the room with him. He guessed that the hysterical woman draped around him had been drinking her sorrows away after a bad breakup. He wondered what he had done to deserve this.

"Okay, fine. I'm here, and I'm not going anywhere. Now let go of me, okay?" Mark said through gritted teeth. He didn't know who this strange lady was or what was wrong with her, but he would play along with her delusions to get her to let go.

He cursed under his breath as he wondered what he had done to deserve such horrible luck tonight. He had been stabbed multiple times by an enemy, and had used the last of his strength to get away, bandage his wounds, and return to his room. His head was still spinning from blood loss, and he could feel his injuries begin to bleed again as he tried unsuccessfully to fend off the drunk, hysterical woman.

"No... Evan...don't leave me, please..."

Mark Hua stared at her as her hands found their way under his shirt. What was going on? Was she...molesting him? He was Mark Hua, the fearless head of the first intel organization, and yet a drunk woman was now molesting him.

Della was too drunk to realize who she was dealing with.

"Lady, I don't know who you are, but you better remember my name. I'm Mark Hua."

Della woke up in inexplicable pain the next day. Her body ached all over, and her first thought was to wonder if she had been run over by a truck.

Her head was throbbing badly, and there was a terrible pain behind her eyes. She realized belatedly that these were hangover symptoms. She shut her eyes again, trying to think, and finally remembered that she had been forced to drink three shots of whiskey the night before, as a punishment for making Evan leave the club.

But why was she in this bed?

Where was Evan?

She tried to remember what had happened, but everything had been a hazy blur after the whiskey. Suddenly, a few disjointed memories from the night before broke through her brain fog, and Della gave a little shriek. Her cheeks grew red and hot in embarrassment as she relived the steamy moments.

But where was Evan? Bewildered, Della looked around the empty room as she tried to make sense of the situation.

She reached for her phone to call Evan, but her phone was dead. It had run out of battery during the night.

"Oh! How could I have forgotten? Grandpa's in the hos

pital. Evan must have gone to see him," Della murmured to herself.

She put on her clothes as fast as she could and found a taxi to take her to the hospital, smiling blissfully the entire way.

As soon as she arrived, she gave the driver a generous tip and hurried down the hospital hall with a spring in her step, convinced that the night before was the start to a wonderful, loving relationship with Evan. But fate had other plans.

"Evan?" Della opened the door and looked around. "Where's Grandpa?"

Evan was sitting in a chair, his head in his hands. He lifted his head slowly when he heard Della's voice. As soon as his cold eyes rested on her face, he was seized by a sudden, uncontrollable fit of rage.

It happened in a flash. Evan got up, strode across the room to Della, and slapped her across the face.

His eyes burned with a mixture of fury, hatred, and disgust.

The force from Evan's slap sent Della sprawling to the floor. She lifted a hand to her swollen cheek as she stared helplessly at him, her eyes wide with confusion and disbelief. "Evan?"

"I told you not to call me that. It makes me want to throw up." Evan sneered.

"But... I..." Della looked at Evan in complete bewilderment as the tears rolled down her cheeks.

"Are you happy now? You killed Grandpa, you dirty slut!" Evan picked up the newspaper on the table next to him and tossed it savagely in Della's direction.

There was a large, scandalous photo of Della on the front page, seemingly taken the night before when she had been hopelessly drunk. All the color drained from Della's face when she saw what the photo suggested.

Evan looked at Della, his expression stony. His said icily, "Grandpa's condition improved this morning. He was out of danger, but as soon as he saw the news about you, he relapsed and couldn't be saved."

Della was horrified. Her memories of the night before were still hazy, but the thought of Grandpa dying because of what she had done was too much for her to bear.

"I don't understand it. How...?" Della murmured to herself in a daze.

"Here's the divorce agreement and a check for five million dollars. Take the check and get out of my life!" Evan threw a stack of papers into Della's face and stalked out the door.

Della stood rooted to the spot as the documents scattered to the floor. She grabbed the papers and ran out the door, hoping to catch Evan before he left.

"Evan... Evan...listen to me. Listen to me, please. Last night, I..." Della's desperate, heartbreaking pleas went unheard. Her only response from Evan was the sound of his car speeding away.

Della's knees gave way, and she sat heavily on the ground, devastated. Her hands trembled as she unfolded the divorce agreement. The sight of Evan's signature on it was too much for her; she felt as if her heart had been pierced by a thousand arrows.

It was some time before Della found the strength to get up and return to the Xiao family residence. As soon as she arrived, her heart sank further. All her things had already been packed into suitcases, arranged neatly outside the gates. The message was crystal clear—she had been given the boot, and was no longer welcome.

Della spotted the doorman and the butler peering curiously at her from the front porch. Their eyes met, but before she could open her mouth to call out to them, they vanished inside the house and shut the door behind them.

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