Evander's eyes were as cold as night, fixed on the woman before him, his hand was on the belt, and with a click, he pulled the belt out and held it in his hand, a sinister and cold smile appeared at the corner of his lips: "It seems that I need to teach you by example how to be a decent general lady."

Olivia looked down at the photos scattered on the car seat, showing a man and a woman embracing each other tightly. It was clearly her and Sterling, probably the photographer's intention. In the photos, she was tender and affectionate, as if reluctant.

Evander suddenly grabbed her chin, forcing her to make eye contact with him: "Are you so reluctant to part with him?" Huh?"

His eyes were burning with rage, as if they could burn her to ashes in an instant.

She looked at him calmly and then sneered, "Evander, can't you see that this is a trap? Someone wants to kill me, wants to use your hand to deal with me, are you going to put that person in a place?"

He certainly knew it was a trap, but he couldn't tolerate his woman hugging someone else, Olivia was only his, and if anyone touched her, he had an instant madness of wanting to kill them, but she clearly didn't understand his thoughts, especially now the calm eyes that met him only aroused his anger.

He suddenly strangled her hands with his belt, stared at her with scarlet eyes, waved his palm, and suddenly pulled her dress, exposing her white skin to the air, and the trembling in front of him was like a deadly poppy, making him lose his mind.

"Evander, you're crazy!"

"Hehe... Sterling will come to pick up the car in a moment. What do you think he would do if he heard you panting under me?"

He pounced and bit her snow-white neck with all his might, his big palm gliding over her, and the tender touch made him tremble.

Olivia did not struggle, but coldly uttered, "Then I will never forgive you."

Evander stopped his next move, clenched his fist and smashed it hard into the car window. The broken glass pierced his hand, dripping blood.

Evander slowly got up and slammed the door hard, then sat in the driver's seat, made a sharp turn and drove the car out of the car. He pressed the accelerator to the floor and the car sped along the road. Everyone tried to avoid it and shout, but as soon as they saw the impressive license plate number, they obediently shut their mouths.

Olivia's forehead hit the back of the seat hard, and she couldn't help but gasp. Evander miraculously slowed down, but he stubbornly refused to turn back.

The car drove smoothly into a grand and luxurious estate, presumably a residence for Evander in the military and political circles.

When the car came to a stop, more than twenty maids and butlers lined up at the door.

Evander got out of the car and slammed it hard onto the door. After walking a few steps, he turned back. He took off his military uniform and wrapped it around Olivia. Bending down, he picked her up and strode into the house.

The room was all cold tones, quiet and cold like the person holding her in front of her.

He kicked open the bedroom door, hurried over and threw her onto the soft bed. Her body was bounced up and she nearly fell to the ground. Fortunately, he reached out and grabbed her slender calf.

She was momentarily at a loss for words, and she could see that this man was just a bit of a jerk in front of her, but he could never be so cruel to her.

"Evander, let me go!"

He pulled her back with all his might but ignored her, and instead took off his clothes and got ready to take a bath.

Her shoulders suddenly stirred up, and he frowned slightly, softened his heart, but said, "You still have the face to cry, to hook up with another man behind your own back, just this one thing is enough to kill you a hundred times!"

Her shoulders continued to shrug, and he could not hold back any longer. He raised his hand to unfasten the belt around her wrist, but heard a low laugh coming from her mouth.

He was furious: "Olivia, are you kidding me?"

She sat up and clutched her chest: "It was you who were wrong, and that's why you got angry and put your anger on me."

He suddenly pulled off his shirt, and the buttons fell to the ground, revealing his strong chest and solid abs, with a smile on the corner of his mouth: "Oh?" Since you provoked me to be angry, you have to purge my fire!"

She gave him a disdainful look: "Evander, can't you just talk to me properly? Do you have to be physically aggressive every time? '

He had already pounced and pinned her down hard, their eyes met and their breaths entangled.

His breath carried a hint of wine, and a low warning voice reached her ear: "Olivia, I hate betrayal the most. If you dare to betray me, I will leave you with no place to be buried!"

She looked at him fearlessly: "Oh? Has General Evander ever been betrayed by a woman?"

He grinned and said, "Those who betrayed me either didn't show up or I've dealt with them, so I hope you won't be one of them."

He suddenly bit her earlobe, and she gasped.

"I said if you treated me well, I would treat you well too."

His big palm rested on her chest, vaguely outlining the outline: "Will you place me on the tip of your heart?"

She turned her head to the side, and only Delilah and herself were on the tip of her heart. At least she had never thought of putting that man on the tip of her heart before, after all, how many men in this world are truly reliable? Mother is a good example. So what if she loves Gavin like that? Less than three days after her death, Gavin showed up at the House of Bernadotte with Lily and her daughter.

Evander didn't get the answer he wanted and was obviously angry. He suddenly got up, strode out and slammed the door hard.

He drove straight to the training camp, went through all the training sessions like a madman, and had a hard time with his brothers who were sweating with him.

None of them dared to say a word, but they agreed in their hearts that the only one who could drive the boss crazy was Olivia, who was the barometer of the boss's mood.

In the middle of the night, they were all in a heap of mud, limp to the ground, and Evander kicked them hard with his foot: "All of them are cowards, people who throw me away!"

The crowd broke down. The boss was no human being. Anyone who was as physically strong as him would have killed him and become the boss long ago.

After a while Jasper came over and whispered, "General, our men have caught that sniper, but..."

Evander said angrily, "Speak!"

"It's just that the man has swallowed a bullet and committed suicide."

With a snap, he suddenly crushed the cup in his hand and said coldly, "The woman who dares to touch me is just asking for death. I give you a week to find out the mastermind behind it."

Jasper's scalp tingled, but knowing Evander's toughness, he had no choice but to accept the order.

Evander's expression softened a little, at least to prove that Olivia wasn't lying, as for that hug... Thinking of this, he was still not happy, and immediately ordered: "All of the Eagles carry a ten-kilometer cross-country ride!"

The corners of everyone's mouths twitched. boss, you have to figure it out, it's Olivia who provoked you, not us.

It was already midnight when Evander returned to the manor. As soon as he entered the bedroom, male hormones filled the whole room, and Olivia suddenly opened her eyes wide and her back stiffened slightly.

After washing up, he came to bed in his pajamas, and when he saw Olivia curled up in the corner of the bed, he frowned slightly, stretched out his long arms, and suddenly pulled her into his arms. Her body became even stiffer and trembled slightly.

"Hehe... Not asleep yet? So you've been waiting for me."