Chapter 41: The Duties of a Wife

Damon pushed open Evelyn's bedroom door. The dim nightlight cast a warm, orange glow over the woman on the bed, making her appear soft and warm. This was his wife, the woman he had married but never touched. "Ev...," his voice was hoarse and muffled. Evelyn pretended not to hear, not moving an inch. "Evelyn!" Damon suddenly raised his voice. She didn't open her eyes, frowning and grabbing the pillow beside her, throwing it in the direction of the voice, "Shut up! If you're not sleeping, I am!" The pillow hit his leg. Although it didn't hurt, it made him furious. "Get up!" Evelyn sat up angrily, glaring at him, "Damon Hilton! If you're going to lose your mind, get out!" Damon's figure swayed at the door. Upon hearing her reprimand, he rushed up like a madman and pinned her down on the bed in an instant. The dim light cast on Damon's face made the atmosphere between them ambiguous and tense. The smell of alcohol from him was overwhelming. Evelyn felt a moment of panic but qui