#Chapter 116:Buried Trauma

[Evelyn’s POV] I felt my heartbeat drumming frantically in my ears. It seemed like all the blood that was circulating in my body dropped to the floor as I became enwrapt in an icy cold blanket of realization. I almost didn’t believe Alexander. Because there was no way—not a single chance on earth—that he would willingly have the same person who intended to sexually assault me staying in the same house as me. There was just no way. I stared at Alexander for several long seconds that really felt like hours. His firm expression never once budged. He’s serious...He’s telling the truth. That cold tremulous feeling sank deeper into my bones. “Michael is in this house?!” I shouted. I was still waiting for someone to tell me that it was nothing but a joke, a lie. But no one spoke. Oliver couldn’t even bear to look at him as his eyes remained locked on the carpet. Alexander’s glare was unyielding. He closed the space between us and grabbed my arms in his large hands. “E