Evelyn Clayton was satisfied, "When do you need the proposal?"
"The client will contact us tomorrow. He’s quite easygoing, but he has one requirent—this project must be handled entirely by you."
Although Evelyn was new to the industry, her bold creativity and diligent work had earned her a bit of a reputation, so the client’s request wasn’t entirely unexpected.
She nodded, "I’ll rest well today and make sure to satisfy the client tomorrow."
Yara Reagan nodded, and as she set down her water cup, sothing seed to suddenly occur to her, "Evelyn, where were you last night? Didn’t you say you were going to the Grant Family to negotiate? Why didn’t you co ho all night?"
"Uh... it’s a long story..."
Evelyn couldn’t explain it clearly at the mont and decided to send Yara off for now.
She pulled Yara to the door, "Yara, you go ho first. I’m exhausted, let sleep, okay? I’ll find you and explain everything when I wake up."
"Wait!"
Yara blocked the door at the last second.
"Evelyn, did you stay with Jas Grant last night?"
Evelyn looked embarrassed but didn’t deny it.
Yara couldn’t hide her gossip-loving nature and concern.
"Well... Evelyn... I can’t ddle in your affairs with Jas Grant. But I advise you, make sure to take precautions, you mustn’t get pregnant so early. We still need to focus on our careers..."
The more she spoke, the more ridiculous it got, leaving Evelyn overwheld, but she agreed readily.
"Okay, okay, I’ll buy the dication later."
"Make sure you rember, you absolutely cannot have his child, or the consequences will be beyond what you can bear," Yara warned worriedly before leaving.
That warning temporarily drove away Evelyn’s drowsiness.
She pondered for a mont and had to admit Yara made a valid point.
Although nothing happened last night, and the previous two tis were during her safe period, but...
No, it’s better to be safe than sorry. She decided to buy so dication to keep at ho just in case.
Jas Grant wasn’t as simple as he appeared, so it was better to be cautious.
As for her earlier hidden expectations, she’d already kicked them to the corner.
She used a delivery app to buy a variety of contraceptives from the nearby pharmacy. The pharmacy even called to confirm, asking if she wanted a bit of every brand.
"Yes, please deliver them quickly," she replied, feeling both tired and anxious.
She just waited for the delivery person to bring the dicine so she could have a secure sleep.
But she didn’t expect Jas Grant to arrive with the dication.
"Miss Clayton, here’s your dication, please take it," the delivery person handed the package to Evelyn politely before heading off to his next delivery.
Jas Grant was holding an insulated bag, his eyes fixed on the package in Evelyn’s hand.
"Are you sick? Why did you buy so much dicine?"
"None of your business. What are you doing here?"
Evelyn tossed and kicked the bag to the side, giving him no chance to inquire further.
Jas Grant’s gaze grew deeper, silent for a mont, then he remarked—
"Don’t take those contraceptives."
Evelyn was surprised, her face instantly flushed, "Is it any of your concern?"
"I’m your future husband, it’s only right for to be concerned. Anyway, you can’t take those pills, I’m not joking!" Jas Grant’s tone was a bit stern, which made Evelyn uncomfortable.
"Jas Grant, don’t take yourself too seriously. I’m willing to marry you, but I never said I’d have your children."
Jas Grant was silent, his dark lashes covering the unusual emotions in his eyes.
He wanted to argue back, but when he opened his mouth, he couldn’t form a complete sentence.
Right now, he indeed couldn’t assure her about having a child.
"Jas Grant, let’s not beat around the bush. I don’t think you’ll make a qualified father. So from now on, please don’t interfere in my personal affairs." Evelyn’s eyes turned cold, and her words were blunt.
Without waiting for Jas Grant to defend himself, Evelyn already shut him outside the door.
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