Chapter 1335

Chapter 1335:

But to his surprise, Evie took a small step back.

“I appreciate the invitation, Mr. Salazar, but I’ve had enough to drink tonight. Perhaps another time. My treat.” Her voice was polite yet firm, leaving no room for argument. She attempted to step past him.

Carleigh hadn’t anticipated rejection. His smile faltered, and irritation crept in.

“Evie, you don’t seem drunk to me,” he said, his voice sharpening.

“Come on, just one drink. You don’t really have a choice.” As he reached out to grab her wrist, Evie’s breath hitched, and she quickly stepped aside, putting distance between them.

“Mr. Salazar,” she said, her eyes dark with warning, “please mind your manners.”

“Relax. I know what I’m doing. I’m just showing you how much I like you, Evie. If you’re smart, you won’t reject me.”

Carleigh grabbed Evie’s wrists and pressed her against the wall. A wave of fear and disgust surged through her. She struggled, but Carleigh was stronger, his left hand holding her wrists while his right hand covered her mouth.

Just then, a voice echoed down the hallway.

“Sorry to interrupt.”

Evie’s heart leapt at the sound. She turned her head, eyes widening with relief as she saw Waylon standing a few feet away.

Carleigh stiffened. His expression shifted instantly, his usual smugness replaced by forced politeness. But he didn’t let go of Evie.

“Mr. Johns,” Carleigh said, forcing a smile.

“I should be the one apologizing. We’ll take this elsewhere.” He made a move to drag Evie with him.

Waylon calmly flicked the ash from his cigarette.

“Wait.”

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Carleigh halted, turning slightly.

“Mr. Johns, is there something else?” Waylon stepped closer, his gaze moving from Carleigh to Evie.

“I don’t interfere in other people’s fun,” he said coolly.

“But these things are best when mutual. She doesn’t seem very willing, does she?”

Carleigh let out an awkward laugh.

“You’ve got it all wrong. She’s just shy. Right, Evie?” He glanced at Evie, attempting to make light of the situation.

“This is just between us—a bit of fun.”

Waylon’s expression remained unreadable. He looked at Evie again, his gaze indifferent as if he couldn’t see the silent plea in her eyes.

“Alright,” he finally said.

“If she’s here willingly, then I won’t interfere. Enjoy your evening.”

Carleigh beamed.

“Thank you, Mr. Johns! We’ll be on our way then.”

Carleigh’s fingers dug into Evie’s arm like iron manacles, his intent clear as he tried to drag her away. Terror gripped Evie’s heart as she watched her last chance at salvation begin to slip through her fingers. With desperate abandon, she thrashed against his hold.

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