Chapter 912

Chapter 912:

“Evita, what happened?” Lila asked, her voice brimming with concern.

“Andrew treated me like dirt,” Evita said, her voice trembling as she recounted everything.

Lila blinked in shock. “But aren’t you strapped for cash? Mr. Klein found you a job, and you’ll earn two thousand, won’t you?”

She couldn’t quite understand what Andrew could have possibly done wrong to Evita.

Evita fell silent, her lips pressing into a thin line. She wanted the money, but not like this—not at the cost of her pride. Her gaze darkened as frustration bubbled beneath the surface.

“Andrew is so childish. I thought he was mature, but inside, he’s just so unbelievably immature.”

“What are you talking about?” Lila asked, confused.

“He’s tormenting me on purpose!” Evita snapped, her voice dripping with anger.

“Why would he do that?” Lila pressed, her brows furrowing.

Evita stayed quiet, certain that Andrew was doing this intentionally. It reminded her of those dramatic love stories where the man made life difficult for the woman because he was unsure of his feelings.

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If she got seriously hurt or something bad happened to her, Andrew would regret it. She was sure of that.

Lila, who had been her confidante since elementary school, didn’t say anything, but her eyes reflected her understanding.

She knew exactly what Evita was thinking. Instead of arguing, Lila quietly brought her some food. As Evita ate, she kept glancing expectantly at the door.

Finally, the door creaked open. Evita’s heart leapt, her eyes lighting up—but it was just the doctor.

The doctor said, “You’re simply exhausted. There’s nothing physically wrong with you. Just make sure to pay the bill on your way out.”

As the doctor left, Evita’s shoulders slumped. Disappointment etched itself across her face.

Lila sighed deeply, unable to hold back her thoughts any longer. “Evita, I think… novels are just that—novels. Real life isn’t full of these over-the-top love stories.”

Evita’s eyes narrowed, locking onto Lila. “What are you trying to say?”

Lila took a deep breath. “Evita, Andrew doesn’t like you.” She chose to cut to the chase.

Evita’s expression flickered, but she quickly masked it with a calm facade. “It’s fine. I get it. You just don’t understand me.”

Lila hadn’t expected her to be this stubborn. Her frustration bubbled to the surface. How had Evita become like this? This wasn’t about the money—Evita wanted something much more dangerous. She wanted to be Andrew’s secret lover!

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