"Why is there nothing to say?" Keith asked anxiously, changing his approach: "So, deep down, is there anyone you actually have feelings for?"
Jas Grant stared at the ceiling, his mind filled with Evelyn Clayton.
Her figure in pajamas waiting for him to get ho from work, the way she defended her design after pulling several all-nighters only to have it rejected, her contrasts in bed and out of bed...
Every version of Evelyn Clayton, whether smiling or angry, was firmly engraved in his mory.
He knew perfectly well whether she was in his heart or not.
But that’s not the question he wanted to clarify.
Keith noticed that neither of them was paying attention to him, so he got even more excited: "Are you really not going to pursue her, Jas? Soone so outstanding, what if soone else snatches her up first?"
Jas gave him a cold glance and finally spoke, "She won’t."
Keith was practically ready to bow down to his brother’s confidence.
He wanted to say more, but Tristan Hawthorne, annoyed, shut him up with so fruit.
"You’ve talked so much, you must be hungry. Eat more."
Keith chewed with fruit in his arms, holding a plate.
After a brief mont of confusion, he angrily stuffed himself with fruit chunks.
He was just bored, giving emotional guidance to Jas Grant!
By the ti Evelyn Clayton got ho, it was already midnight. Opening the door, she found Yara Reagan there.
"Weren’t you going back?"
She asked while changing her shoes, her body so exhausted she nearly lost her balance. Yara hurried over.
"I’m just worried about you." Yara helped her to the couch and ran to the kitchen to boil a kettle of hot water, pouring so for Evelyn: "Drink so hot water to warm up."
Her eyes were full of concern; a sip of hot water ward not just her body but her heart as well.
When Yara went to the kitchen, Evelyn had already pulled her sleeves down.
Yara, sharp-eyed, still noticed sothing was off.
"You’re still trying to hide it!"
Yara had never seen soone who wouldn’t cry out in pain; wounded, yet not caring at all, invoking sympathy.
"It’s just a minor injury; it’ll be fine by tomorrow." Evelyn was sowhat daunted by Yara’s accusing stare, headache ensuing as she made excuses: "If you hadn’t said anything, I would’ve forgotten."
She never intended for Yara to see it.
This girl could sotis be overly sentintal. It was better if she didn’t know; once she did, she would make a mountain out of a molehill, as she’s doing now.
Yara diligently applied dicine to Evelyn’s wounds twice, not forgetting to wrap them with bandages, tying bows around both wrists and ankles.
Evelyn hesitated to speak.
Anyone unaware might think she’d suffered so serious injury.
She had used up an entire roll of bandage!
"What exactly happened?"
Soone who had been sleepy was now fully awake, getting increasingly angry as Evelyn recounted the events, almost ready to punch soone.
"Did she want to be a law enforcent officer?" Yara asked sincerely.
Had this matter not involved a report to the police, which would have resulted in no consequences and possibly a pile of trouble, Yara would’ve surely insisted on pressing charges.
Evelyn, however, remained calmly composed, and her calm was frightening.
"I think she had a point."
Yara looked at her in shock, holding her face, the two of them eye to eye: "Evelyn, did Sumr hit your head or sothing?"
Otherwise, why would she start talking nonsense?
Evelyn gave a helpless smile, her lips slightly pale.
She said softly: "What she did was over the line, but there was one thing she was right about."
Yara was dumbfounded.
If she was joking earlier, now she seriously began to doubt if sothing was wrong with her friend’s head.
Evelyn stared at the bandage for a while, then lifted it up: "Yara, look."
"Look at what?" Yara’s eyes were confused, her hand already hovering over the dial screen.
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