Chapter 597 - 597: No One Can Control

When Avery turned on the tap, the cold water sprayed out.

Avery was wet all over all of a sudden. She turned to close the tap. However, it was broken. The water kept spraying out.

Avery's clothes were soaked. She was in a very awkward position, but she didn't feel cold but felt hotter.

Gradually, she couldn't stand stably. She unconsciously put some cleaning supplies to the ground. She wanted to pick them up; however, at this time, the door opened.

Evan heard the noise, so he came in and asked, "what happened?"

"The tap is broken," Avery tried to pretend to be relaxed and quiet. She just wanted to leave here and went into the presidential room as soon as possible.

She wanted to stand up, but her body was so soft like muds that she fell forward and leaned on Evan's body.

Soon, Avery smelled a faint scent.

Looking at the man, Avery seemed to regard him as Evan, but she was not sure. She just wanted to protect herself from being touched by other men, so she tried to stand up and pushed the man's hands away, "leave me alone. Now, get out!"

Evan bowed his head and looked down at the ground. It was a mess. He was afraid that Avery would hurt herself, so he stepped back and let her go.

Then, Avery started to search for something from her pockets. There was a phone and cards.

Evan didn't know what Avery wanted.

Finally, she didn't find what she wanted. She then glanced over the glass vase on the sink and smashed it to pieces.

Evan narrowed his eyes and thought, "Avery wants to fight against me with the glass fragments?"

To his surprise, Avery picked up a piece of glass and held it in her palm tight.

"What are you doing?" Evan walked forward and held her waist.

He was trying to grab the glass from Avery. However, she pushed his hands away and said, "F.u.c.k off. It is none of your business."

Avery tried to hold the glass tight so that the glass fragment cut her palm and blood leaked out.

For keep calm, Avery tried to cut her palm. Now, she regained consciousness.

At the same time, Avery rushed out of the restroom. She walked fast. Among the crowd, no one noticed her because the crowd was busy giving a toast to Mr. Black.

Otherwise, no one wouldn't neglect the blood leaking from her palm and falling into the bright floor.

Avery kept shaking her head and made a tight fist because the pain couldn't make her cheerful now.

Avery wanted to get into the presidential room as soon as possible and took a cold shower before the medicine took effect.

She happened to meet several couples walking out of the elevator. All the women looked hot, but they were not more beautiful than Avery.

Avery tried to lower her head and avoided them, however, when a man passed Avery, he saw her from his side.

The man was amazed at Avery's beautiful face. He turned to hold Avery's chin and lifted it.

He started to enjoy the beautiful face as a whole.

"Perfect. Perfect woman," the man immediately held Avery's waist, "Let's go. Play with me."

The woman who stood beside the man gave him a gentle blow, saying, "bad man. You had gotten me."

"Let's play together. Do you like it?"

Another man also looked at Avery greedily and said, "we also want to join you."

"I find the woman first."

"You are not unfriendly now. Do you want to have fun with the woman alone?"

"Let me go!" Avery was in terror now. She tried to get away from them.

The man said with a smile, "soft and tender body. Ah. It smells good."

Avery raised her one hand, but the man stopped her and asked, "do you want to beat me?"

Avery raised her another hand and scratched the man's face with the glass fragment. Her blood splattered on the man's face.

What a pity! Avery would have wished to make a hard scar, but it was just a faint scar. Soon, his blood leaked out.

The man was terrified and pushed Avery away, shouting, "you are mad."

The man had never expected that Avery held a piece of glass and used it to scratch him.

He turned to look at Avery's hand. It was full of blood.

The other men believed that Avery was mad, so they shook their heads, saying, "forget it. The woman was mad. Don't play with her."

"No. Since the woman dared to scratch my face, I must f.u.c.k her," the man leaned down and pinched Avery's chin tight.

Avery was going to scratch the man's face again, but the man avoided and held her chin.

But Evan stopped him and held his waist tight.

Soon, the man flew out for a dozen meters and hit the elevator. The elevator shook violently, and then the man slipped off the lift.

Evan stood there looking extreme cold.

People who were in the elevator was depressed and anxious. As soon as they arrived, they got out of the elevator. No one dared to stay in the elevator for a little long time.

Evan then lifted Avery. Her body was weak and gentle. Now she lost consciousness, but she still fought against Evan and avoided to be touched by him

because she didn't know he was Evan.

"Did you take any poisonous medicine?" Evan asked. He held Avery up and walked to the Presidential room quickly. He put her on the bed gently and then put a bandage on her hand.

"Did she try to scratch her hand for keep being conscious?" Evan asked himself.

There was intense pain in Evan's heart. It was like a big hand tearing his heart up.

Avery still made a fist though there was no glass. At that time, she believed that the man was Evan, but she wasn't sure whether there was an illusion or not because of the medicine.

Besides, Avery didn't believe that Evan would put a bandage on her wound gently.

"Don't move!" Evan dragged her into his arms and whispered to her, "may I help you?"

Avery was a little breathless because of the hug. She felt so hot that she couldn't stop sweating.

She didn't hear what Evan said. She just painted.

Evan let her be free and lifted her chin slightly. He looked at her eyes. He knew she almost lost consciousness.

At that time, Avery seemed to regard him as Evan.

Avery was anxious and thought to herself, "the medicine starts to take effect, so I imagined that the man is Evan."

Avery felt so hot as if she was in a steamer that she couldn't stop tearing her clothes up.

Evan pressed her hands for avoid her to tear her clothes up.

"Damn it! She looks s.e.xy. No one can control," Evan thought to himself. Now he felt that his blood vessel was going to break.

Avery was still unconscious. She looked at Evan and said in a low voice, "Evan Howel…"