Chapter 3

Evelyn POV

I closed my eyes, readjusted my emotions, and returned to the dining room.

"Evelyn, I'm a bit clumsy sometimes. You're not angry, are you?" Hannah smiled at me, her eyes full of malice.

"No."

I was forced to sit across from them, watching them feed each other intimately. My face showed no emotional fluctuation, not even a hint of jealousy.

Not until Logan fed Hannah the last bite did he suddenly slam his utensils on the table in anger.

"That's enough. Go back to your room. I'm sick of looking at your dead face."

I calmly stood and went upstairs to my room.

Back in my room, I gently caressed the old bracelet on my wrist, silently calming my emotions.

This suffocating place-I couldn't stand another moment here.

Just then, the door was violently pushed open.

Logan, reeking of alcohol, rushed to the bed and pinned me beneath him. His cold eyes stared at me intently.

"What exactly are you doing? You were the one who pursued me madly, made my mother like you so much that I had no choice but to marry you."

He continued, "But on our wedding night, you found every excuse to sleep in separate rooms. After marriage, you've always been this cold. Three years of marriage, and you've never let me touch you!"

"Evelyn, I really want to crack open your head and see what you're thinking!"

Looking at the angry man before me, I just glanced casually toward the doorway. "Hannah, is something wrong?"

Only then did Logan notice the figure at the door.

Hannah stood in the hallway shadows, secretly clenching her fists, but forcing a smile onto her face.

"Nothing. I was just about to take a shower when I heard some noise over here. I was worried you two might be fighting because of me..."

"Fighting? She's not worth it." Logan stood up and straightened his disheveled shirt, his voice low.

"A heartless person doesn't deserve to affect my emotions."

As he spoke, he casually pressed down on my burned hand.

I frowned in pain, but he forcibly lifted my chin, his threatening voice in my ear.

"Marrying me was your choice. You need to take responsibility."

Logan turned and walked to Hannah's side, instantly returning to his gentle demeanor. "Let's go. Don't waste time here."

Hannah smiled and nodded, gave me a long look, then left arm-in-arm with Logan.

The door closed again. I stood there alone, lost in thought.

Without the System, I would have followed Wyatt six years ago.

Though I'd schemed to get married, spending three years as Logan's free maid should make up for it.

Almost there.

Perhaps because my body hadn't recovered, I developed a high fever in the middle of the night and couldn't get up in time to make breakfast the next day.

When the servants finally forced me awake and dragged me out of my room, I was surprised to find Hannah leaning against the staircase railing, as if waiting for someone.

"Logan left to handle a company acquisition. We don't need to keep wearing masks and acting anymore, do we, Evelyn?"

She spoke up first, intentionally or not glancing toward the security camera.

I didn't respond. I planned to go downstairs to prepare the late breakfast. I had to remain compliant before Logan's final affair.

Fortunately, the drug I'd had someone buy for me would arrive soon.

Even if they wanted to restrain themselves for the sake of family reputation, with that drug, they'd be unable to resist once.

Once was all I needed.

As I reached the stairs, Hannah suddenly blocked my path.

"Evelyn, Logan doesn't love you at all. I'm already carrying his child. Can't you just let go and wish us happiness?"

She gripped my hand tightly, digging her nails into my burn where the cameras couldn't see.

"Let go!" I yanked my hand back in pain.

"Ah-!"

Hannah's body swayed, and she cried out as she fell backward.