Chapter 342

The kiss seemed to last forever.

Dominic didn't let Evelyn go until they heard sharp rapping on the car window.

Michael was peering into the vehicle with confusion written across his face.

Evelyn went pale with shock.

She reached for the door handle, but Dominic grabbed her wrist roughly. "The windows are tinted," he rasped. "He can't see anything."

Relief flooded through her.

That kiss had sent her emotions into complete turmoil.

Her cheeks burned crimson while her hair lay in wild disarray. Dominic had torn off her jacket and tossed it carelessly aside!

She snatched the garment from the floor.

Dominic offered her a water bottle.

"I don't want anything from you!" she hissed, glaring daggers at him.

Just remembering what he'd done made her blood boil with fury.

She'd rather die of dehydration than accept his water.

Dominic ignored her venomous stare.

All his pent-up anger had melted away during their passionate exchange.

Had all his recent misery simply been withdrawal from the taste of her lips?

"Didn't you enjoy that, Evelyn?"

Dominic took a slow sip of water, then wiped his mouth with deliberate elegance.

"It's been a while for you, hasn't it? If you're feeling... frustrated, I'd be happy to help you out. Free of charge."

"Go to hell, Dominic Blackwood!"

The cruel words stabbed through her heart. She practically leaped from the car.

She slammed the door with enough force to shake the vehicle, then delivered a vicious kick to its side.

"Holy shit! Evelyn!" Michael exclaimed. "What the hell were you doing in Dominic Blackwood's car? Were you two fighting in there? Why kick his car when you could've kicked his face?"

"Do you think I didn't want to? There wasn't enough room in there for proper kicking!"

"Jesus... I nearly called the police when you vanished all morning! What were you doing with him anyway? Wasn't today supposed to be his engagement?" Michael dogged her steps as she stormed toward the house.

Evelyn marched straight through the front door and bolted for the bathroom.

Her face felt like it was on fire!

She needed to wash away his touch, scrub his scent from her skin!

"Stop asking questions! Can't you see I'm furious? Give me some damn space!"

After splashing cold water on her face in the downstairs bathroom, she fled upstairs.

"Fine, let's not talk about that bastard! Let's discuss Eric Montclair instead! Why did he publicly defend our company? Do you know him? If not, why did you buy all those paintings of him before?"

Michael continued his relentless interrogation.

Thornfield Industries was in complete disarray.

Yet despite the chaos, everyone seemed oddly cheerful.

Michael practically vibrated with excitement.

The crisis that had kept him up all night had miraculously resolved itself overnight!

Evelyn checked her phone for updates. "Exactly how did Eric help us?"

"He posted this viral video endorsing our Tempest Series drones. His fans not only shut down all the online trolls, but our new orders are skyrocketing... Isn't that insane?" Michael couldn't contain his glee.

Evelyn's emotions tangled into knots.

While Eric's actions had saved her company, they'd also exposed him.

She never wanted him to make such a sacrifice.

But now, she could only accept his generous gesture with gratitude.

"Evelyn," Michael suddenly demanded, his expression turning serious. "What exactly were you doing in Dominic Blackwood's car earlier? And why are your lips all swollen? You look like you just got lip injections!"

Evelyn wished she had duct tape to silence him permanently.

Meanwhile, at the Blackwood estate, Eleanor had spent the entire afternoon comforting Zoe after their disastrous return from the hotel.

Though heartbroken, Zoe refused to become a public spectacle, maintaining perfect composure throughout the ordeal.