Chapter 3 Hypocrite

The fact that Evan didn't push me away spurred me on further. I wrapped my arms around his neck and boldly pressed my lips against his again. When our lips touched, I finally understood why everyone liked kissing. Being in close contact with the opposite sex made my heart race and my breathing pick up. It felt like there was electricity running through my veins, numbing my senses pleasantly. If kissing felt this good, I could only imagine how much better it would be if we went further. But before I could finish my thought, Samuel rushed forward with a grimace and yelled, "Julia, you're absolutely shameless! I can't believe you'd violate my uncle like this in front of a crowd just to retaliate against me. "Did you really think someone like you can lay your hands on him without any consequences? I never thought you'd be this shameless. I'm going to…" He was probably going to say something along the lines of putting me back in my place, but his voice suddenly trailed off. I tilted my head in confusion and saw Evan glaring at Samuel. It served him right. No matter how much of a tyrant Samuel was, he was nothing in front of Evan. Everyone in Juville knew better than to offend Evan, who was known as Hades, King of the Underworld. They would have higher chances of survival even if they offended Evan's father, Bobby Stafford. With Evan on my side, I had nothing to fear. I rolled my eyes and snickered at Samuel. "Right. Me kissing the man I love is shameless, while you kissing the woman you love is just. I see that you're a massive hypocrite, huh?" "You piece of—" Samuel's fists were clenched, but he didn't have the guts to lay a finger on me. All he could do was bare his teeth at me and say, "I'll let you off the hook today for Uncle Evan's sake. "Let's go, Maddy. Our date's ruined." With that, Samuel grabbed Madison and angrily stomped away, but I wasn't affected at all. In my previous life, I became severely depressed and anorexic because Samuel kept sleeping around while refusing to touch me. I was five feet and five inches tall but barely weighed 77 pounds. Anyone who saw me would've pitied me, but Samuel felt nothing. He neither stole my family's property nor harmed my relatives, but the emotional torture he subjected me to was worse than any physical torture. In the 15 years I was married to him, I tried to win his heart and even tried forgetting him. But whenever my efforts started to bear fruit, Samuel would shatter everything again. He played the part of a good husband in public while tormenting me in private. It was the same even after I was admitted into a psychiatric hospital. Even though he hired the best doctors to treat me, he would find ways to hurt me again. I kept alternating between being saved and being hurt. This time around, I was going to ignore him and live the life I wanted and deserved. I thoroughly indulged myself in the food. But upon noticing that Evan hadn't touched his utensils, I blinked in confusion. "Evan, why aren't you eating?" Based on what I heard, he liked foie gras. We stared at each other in silence. Evan's gaze was cold, but his voice was even colder when he warned, "What happened just now was a one-time thing. I won't let you off easily if you ever do that again." He was angry at me for using him to humiliate Samuel. "I got it." I placed my utensils down to drizzle Evan's favorite sweet sauce over the plate of foie gras before pushing it to Evan. I also knew he liked medium rare steak, so I ordered some as well. "Here you go, Evan. Don't be angry. Try out the food." I felt a little proud of myself for knowing his preferences. After all, I wasn't kidding when I said I liked him. His three-day absence was long enough for me to learn about his preferences through some of my connections. For example, I found out he liked red. I was willing to wear red clothes for him. He also liked long hair, so I started growing my hair out. I didn't hide my interest in him at all. Evan glanced at me. Then, he elegantly stabbed a piece of steak with his fork and ate it, accepting my goodwill. I felt victorious because it meant he forgave me. I knew he preferred a softer approach.