Chapter 076 New Sweetheart

At Eve's shouting, the woman shrinking under the blanket crawled in Luca's direction and called out coquettishly, "Luca..."

Her voice ignited Eve's anger that had been building up all morning. Hopping mad, Eve grabbed the woman and slapped her across the face. "Know your distance and stop shouting his name." Eve had been slapped by Hailey last night. With the same force, she smacked this coquette. The latter's face jolted sideways, and she fell to the bed. Despite the pain, the woman tumbled her way into Luca's arms and cried for help. In her early twenties, she boasted tender skin. Now her cheek was terribly bruised. They had slept together last night, and this was when Luca cherished his new sweetheart the most. The sight of her swollen cheek and red eyes made him feel like being challenged. His anger flared up in an instant. He shielded the woman and faced Eve irritably. "Are you done? Who do you

think you are?"

Eve looked at Luca incredulously. "I'm your fiancée." "We haven't gotten the marriage license yet, and you can't wait to get on the high horse?" Luca sneered, picked up his shirt from the floor, and put it on the

woman.

Taking her into his arms, he dropped a kiss on her pretty face and gave Eve a provocative look. "My wife doesn't have to be you. Even if we get married, I can sleep with whoever I like."

Eve fumed with rage. The woman nestled in Luca's arms and stroked his chest. "Luca, take it easy. I'll always belong with you and obey you in every way." Compared with the wretched and aggressive Eve, the woman in his arms was pleasant to look at. Like a domineering CEO, Luca bent down and scooped her up. The woman moaned coquettishly. "Let's take a shower together. I haven't had enough fun yet. We'll go on with it." He carried the woman to the bathroom. She protested playfully and smirked at

Eve.

Eve trembled with anger. The humiliation she had received last night and in the morning was not as terrible as this. Her heart was throbbing, and her tears fell.

The firtatious laughter came out of the bathroom and burrowed its way into Eve's ears. She felt a gnawing pain in her heart,

Why? Why was this happening? She really liked Luca. From a young age, she was aware of her feelings for the son of the Edwards family. Back then, he was the heir to his family while she was just the daughter of a minor manager. At the adolescent age of 14, she attended a ball in an exquisite dress given by Hailey. Plucking up the courage, she found Luca and invited him to dance. 18 that year he had just come of age. In an expensive suit, he looked mature and elegant as he shook the wine glass. He gave her a condescending look. "This is Hailey's dress, right? Cinderella

shouldn't wear the princess dress. It's out of place." The public humiliation made her face burn. She felt inferior, too ashamed to raise her head.

Even so, she forced a smile and said with feigned animation, "But the prince likes Cinderella rather than the princess."

Luca burst his sides with laughter as if it was a funny joke. Patting her head, he said, "Girl, only kids believe in fairy tales. In the world of adults, only the princess can marry the prince." With that, he ran away to have fun with Hailey. Eve watched as Luca went

around Hailey and told jokes to her. There was only one idea in Eve's mind. She would take Hailey's place and become the princess. Aware of her father's and Reid's plot, she didn't stop them. On the contrary, she helped them with the aim of driving Hailey away and taking her place as the real lady of the Newman family. As she had wished, Luca became her fiancé. Unfortunately, her dream was shattered with Hailey's return. Hailey was still the princess, and she turned back into Cinderella when the bell pealed at the stroke of midnight. How could she get her beloved prince back? Did he still want her to be the princess?

Eve's eyes glinted with a fierce light. She slowly raised her hand to wipe her

tears. She even helped them make the bed, picking up the underwear, socks, and packages that were scattered all over the floor. She muttered to herself. No matter who he slept with, his wife could only be her.

Jared finally came back to Poya. Hailey proposed to keep him company, but the man declined, "I have something to attend to, and you can go ahead with your business. Don't worry about me." Since it was improper for her to pry into the matter of the Gomez family, Hailey reminded him with concern, "Take care of yourself. By the way, Randal will come back in a couple of days, and you should make time for a get-together with us." Jared made an OK gesture and sped off in his sports car. Before leaving, he plucked a lot of roses, which pissed Hailey off. He explained that he was going to present them to the seniors in his family. Only then did Hailey grudgingly let him take a few. Hailey watched the man leave and helplessly shook her head. "He is a

grown-up but still fancies himself a bohemian. I'm not sure if he will even get married." Ava giggled by her side, "You don't have to worry about it. If he wants to get married, women will be queuing up." "Hope so." Hailey sighed and turned to her cousin, "You should be careful when you select your man. Stay away from guys like Jared." Ava waved her hand. "Don't worry about me. He's not my type."

"What's your type?" Her eyes glittering, Ava stole glances at Chris. Hailey looked over and tumbled to the situation. "Turns out you're into guys like Chris." "Hailey!" Ava blushed up to her ears. Chris, who came to pick them up, heard the second half of their conversation and asked wonderingly, "What guys like me?" "Nothing, Hailey was joking." In a panic, Ava pushed Chris towards the car, “Let's go. We're running late!" Hailey looked at her flustered cousin and sighed to herself. All the girls would

get married eventually.

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