Chapter 22 So He Was Her First Love?

Evelyn stumbled backward, her steps unsteady, eyes wide with fear. "Don't scream. It's me." A familiar, low voice whispered in her ear. She caught the scent of sandalwood on him and immediately knew it was Hugo. Slowly, her racing heart began to settle. She furrowed her brows. Hugo's eyes were sharp with danger; his tone laced with cold mockery. "Not even officially divorced, and already flaunting yourself like this?" Evelyn raised her hand to push Hugo's away, her voice cold. "My personal affairs don't need your concern, Mr. Grant. You're so busy, yet you still have time to attend other people's ribbon-cutting ceremonies, aren't you?" No sooner had the words left her mouth than Hugo's hand pressed tightly against her cheek. She tilted her chin slightly, forced to meet his gaze. Under the dim light, shadows played across his handsome features, his eyes dark and unfathomable, as though concealed behind countless layers of gauze, leaving his emotions utterly unreadable. "Mr. G