Chapter 112
The words "break off the engagement" left Evelyn Laurent's lips again.
Ethan Sullivan felt his temples throb violently.
He suppressed the storm of emotions rising in his chest, his Adam's apple bobbing. "You'll see when the time comes."
Evelyn's gaze sharpened like a blade. "Ethan, you promised you wouldn't go back on your word."
Ethan fell silent.
The pit he'd dug for himself was too deep—now it had become his own prison.
How could he fix this?
Before he could think of a solution, Evelyn suddenly smiled. "I trust Mr. Sullivan is a man of his word."
With that, she turned and walked away.
This time, her retreating figure was resolute and final.
That phrase—"a man of his word"—echoed in Ethan's mind like a curse.
He took a deep breath, steadying the rapid rise and fall of his chest.
He'd buy himself time. He wouldn't let her go.
Ethan's eyes darkened as he turned toward the parking lot.
Evelyn walked along the sidewalk, the early spring breeze carrying a slight chill.
Ethan's words clung to her like a brand.
Annoyed, she shook her head and quickened her pace toward Harvard University.
A black Maybach pulled up beside her.
The window rolled down, revealing Ethan's sharply defined profile. "Get in. I'll give you a ride."
Evelyn instinctively took a step back. "No, thanks. I'd rather walk."
"Three kilometers," Ethan said, eyes fixed ahead. "I have business at Harvard too."
After a brief hesitation, Evelyn opened the car door.
An awkward silence filled the vehicle.
Ethan's grip on the steering wheel tightened slightly. The rearview mirror reflected Evelyn's distant expression.
He sighed inwardly.
The car stopped at Harvard's south gate.
Evelyn practically fled the vehicle, rushing into the campus without a backward glance.
Ethan watched her retreating figure, a bitter smile tugging at his lips.
Only when she disappeared around the corner of a building did his expression darken.
Thoughts of the Lowell family's mess made his eyes flash with fury.
He dialed Harrison Whitmore. "Teach Brandon Lowell a lesson. Just don't kill him."
"Understood," Harrison replied crisply.
That afternoon, Sophia Lowell was studying in the library when her phone vibrated.
Margaret Hill's sobs came through the receiver. "Sophia! Your brother's been beaten up!"
Sophia frowned. "I'm studying for midterms."
"How can you be so heartless?" Margaret shrieked. "Your brother could be dying!"
Sophia hung up and silenced her phone.
She stared at her textbook, but the words blurred before her eyes.
What trouble had that idiot brother gotten himself into this time?