Chapter 90 The Despicable Michael

• The weight of Michael's body over hers was both intimidating and intoxicating. Evelyn felt the heat radiating from him, a stark contrast to the chill of the night air. His eyes bore into hers, glimmering with a mix of frustration and something deeper, an urgency she couldn't ignore.
• "Do you think you can just walk away?" he growled, his breath warm against her cheek. "You can't run from this."
• Evelyn's heart raced, a mix of fear and desire swirling within her. "Let me go, Michael. This isn't…"