Chapter 46 One's Already Too Much to Manage

Although Evelyn knew it might not help, she had to try. She felt a surge of panic, her mind flashing with images of young women being assaulted and murdered by drivers of black cars. Her fingers trembled as she clutched her bag. She took in a deep breath and closed her eyes. She was about to use the pepper spray when the man suddenly grabbed her wrist. His grip was strong and unyielding. Evelyn felt a sharp pain and instinctively twisted her wrist. He seemed to sense her resistance and eased his hold slightly. But his rough fingertips continued to caress her skin, inch by inch. Her body reacted instinctively, and a strange sensation washed over her. "Don't be scared. It's me," Hugo said, his voice low and rough. In the darkness, only the sharp line of his jaw was visible. Evelyn exhaled in relief, but the fright had left her legs weak. She angrily pounded on his shoulder. "You bastard! Why are you here scaring me instead of keeping Jane company tonight—" Before she could