Chapter 200 - Two Hundred
The predatory look in Evan’s eyes made Suzy’s skin crawl, but it also ignited a cold resolve within her. With a swift, sharp movement, she snatched her fallen glove from his grasp, her fingers closing tightly around the soft fabric.
"I seem to have forgotten," she said, her voice dangerously calm as she began pulling the glove back onto her hand, smoothing it meticulously over her fingers, "that you already know the way to my husband’s study." She met his lust-filled gaze with icy disdain. "I suggest you find your own way from here on out. It seems showing you even basic respect or formality is a complete waste of time and effort."
Evan’s smug expression faltered, replaced by a flicker of disbelief and then irritation. He opened his mouth to retort, perhaps to issue another suggestive comment or a veiled threat, but Suzy didn’t give him the chance. She turned her back on him with deliberate finality, the emerald silk of her dress swirling around her ankles, and began walking down the hallway, away from him. Her footsteps echoed crisply on the marble floor, each one a clear dismissal.
Evan stared after her retreating back, his face darkening with anger. The nerve! "How dare you walk out on me?" he called after her, his voice sharp with bruised ego.
Suzy didn’t falter. She continued walking, her pace steady, her head held high.
His anger flared into outright rage. No one treated him this way. "No one ignores me!" he yelled, his voice bouncing off the stone walls of the corridor.
This time, Suzy stopped. She paused for a beat, then slowly turned around to face him again. Her expression wasn’t angry anymore; it was filled with a profound disappointment that somehow seemed more insulting than fury.
"I am truly disappointed in you, Lord Evan," she said, her voice quiet but carrying clearly in the hallway. "A grown man throwing a tantrum like a small child because he didn’t get his way. Get a grip on yourself. Or perhaps, just grow up."
Evan looked genuinely shocked, as if her words were physical blows. "Wha...What?" he sputtered, taken aback by her calm, cutting assessment.