Jas Grant’s eyelashes fluttered slightly, but he didn’t answer the question.
Evelyn Clayton didn’t press further, she wiped her tears with a tissue and got out of the car.
After last night’s events, as they faced each other now, there seed to be an indescribable emotion between them, but Evelyn had no other thoughts at this mont.
She gazed at Jas Grant, her heart a mix of emotions.
Jas Grant, the son of Harrison Grant.
Even though he had clearly stated his stance and attitude last night, the closer Evelyn got to the truth of what happened back then, the more uncertain she was about how to face him.
"What a coincidence, running into you here." Evelyn glanced at the car parked not far away, Jas Grant’s car, "Are you here to visit a patient at the sanatorium too?"
Jas Grant’s lips parted slightly, his voice a bit hoarse, "My father was transferred here today."
Evelyn thought for a mont and rembered.
Last night, Harrison Grant was so angry that he was hospitalized on the spot, and today he was transferred here. Most likely he’s already awake—a move made to announce it to the world under the guise of a convalescence.
The Grant Family’s rebellious and unfilial eldest son had angered his father into the hospital.
"Why didn’t you go in to see him?" Evelyn’s expression was calm, "Just watching from outside?"
Jas Grant pulled a mocking smile at the corner of his mouth, "He’s fine, it’s just a way to shift public opinion towards ."
Evelyn didn’t comnt, "He is, after all, your father."
This statent was ambiguous, making Jas Grant look at Evelyn.
He suddenly realized that he no longer understood Evelyn Clayton.
Her every expression, every word, every glance, even every smile seed veiled, like a layer of invisible gauze, making her unreadable to him.
Jas Grant’s Adam’s apple moved slightly, "Why are you here?"
"To visit an old friend of my father." Evelyn’s words were half-true, "Seeing the elderly friend confused and not fully conscious was hard on my heart."
Upon hearing this, doubt flickered in Jas Grant’s mind.
Evelyn’s father’s old friend... who could it be?
She had never ntioned this before.
Seeing Jas Grant’s expression, Evelyn smiled, "What, surprised? My father really does have an old friend here, but I’ve never told anyone about it; you’re the first to know."
Jas Grant’s brow furrowed slightly.
A tumult of emotions surged within him, with so much he wanted to say to Evelyn.
However, Evelyn gave him no chance to speak.
"Last night you publicly announced the cancellation of your engagent with Lynn Yates, it seems the Yates Family will cut business ties with you going forward." Evelyn slightly raised her eyebrows, "Don’t you find it a pity?"
"No." Jas Grant looked at Evelyn almost stubbornly, "Evelyn, you know why I’m doing this."
The mont had finally arrived.
Evelyn quietly watched Jas Grant, seemingly waiting for him to continue.
Jas Grant took a deep breath, "Now, I can tell you, I absolutely will not marry Lynn Yates, you—"
Will you be with ?
Looking at the man before her, Evelyn could only feel the whims of fate.
She truly understood, at this mont, what it ant to be pushed forward by destiny, to move ahead.
"Do you like ?" Evelyn asked directly, gazing at Jas Grant, "I an, the kind of like where you want to be with ?"
eting her gaze, the unexpected joy left Jas Grant stunned for a long ti before he eagerly nodded.
He couldn’t help but reach out to gently touch the side of Evelyn’s face.
Evelyn didn’t dodge as she used to, she just looked steadily at him.
"Evelyn, be with , I will marry you." Jas Grant said each word deliberately, words he’d thought over many tis, "I like you."
Evelyn’s heart seed to tear open.
A gale of emotions swept through her heart, leaving her feeling cold all over.
But Evelyn nodded, appearing solemn as she agreed with him.
"Okay, I trust you. I’ll be with you, Jas Grant."
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