By the ti the two arrived at the hotpot restaurant, an hour had already passed.
As Evelyn Clayton pushed open the box door, she heard Yara Reagan’s swearing voice coming from inside: "Why so late? Even Iris Lockwood, who I called later, arrived before you—"
Jas Grant led Evelyn Clayton in, one behind the other. Iris Lockwood was the first to look up, and upon seeing them, she froze on the spot.
Yara Reagan was engrossed in passionately ordering dishes, completely oblivious to the scene at the door.
Finally, Iris Lockwood frantically elbowed her, and Yara Reagan then impatiently looked up, also stunned.
Her horrified gaze moved from Evelyn Clayton to behind Jas Grant, finally settling on their clasped hands, her expression more colorful than a spilled paint box.
Jas Grant was unruffled, leading Evelyn Clayton inside and taking a seat across from the two.
"Long ti no see, you two." Jas Grant felt a strange sense of pride, sitting up straighter. "This al’s on today."
Evelyn Clayton nonchalantly let go of Jas Grant’s hand, allowing the two friends opposite to scrutinize them.
"Am I blind, or am I dreaming?" Iris Lockwood finally snapped out of it and said, dazed.
Yara Reagan had already shaken off the shock, her expression hard to describe, "It must be real; otherwise, in my dreams of eating hotpot, I usually wake up before the ordering stage."
"No—" Yara Reagan couldn’t hold it in any longer, standing to look at Evelyn Clayton, "Evelyn, co out with !"
As Evelyn Clayton was about to stand, Jas Grant held her down, giving Yara Reagan a glance, sipping his tea, "If there’s sothing to say, say it here."
Yara Reagan almost laughed out of anger.
They weren’t even officially together yet, and Jas Grant’s face wore a "I’m the main one" attitude — what was he thinking?
"Fine, I’ll say it here." Yara Reagan simply sat down, her smile insincere, "Director Grant, what does this an? Just after breaking off the engagent with Director Yates, you’re so eager? Aren’t you considering Evelyn’s situation at all? When the news spreads, won’t people think you broke off the engagent for Evelyn?"
Jas Grant replied indifferently, "I broke off the engagent for Evelyn."
Yara Reagan was infuriated.
Iris Lockwood awkwardly drank tea, her gaze drifting elsewhere.
"But rest assured, I’ll protect her and not let her get hurt," Jas Grant declared firmly. "In the future, she’ll be the only one for ; I won’t marry any other woman."
Yara Reagan sneered, "Ha, sounds nice, as if you could marry two. Once you two are actually married, if you dare to marry another, that’s bigamy and you’ll go to jail."
Iris Lockwood tried hard to suppress her laughter, thinking of all the sad things in her life.
Jas Grant was also quite vexed by Yara Reagan’s sharp tongue.
But he knew that to have a lasting relationship with Evelyn Clayton, Yara Reagan’s attitude was crucial.
"I just hope, as Evelyn’s best friend, you can support us," Jas Grant said seriously, his voice slightly deep. "I’m sincere, and I hope you can bless us."
Looking at Jas Grant’s handso and profound face, Yara Reagan couldn’t help but have a mont of wavering.
Yet she still felt apprehensive.
She glanced at Evelyn Clayton, seeing that Evelyn seed to have nothing to say, which likely ant she was willing.
Ultimately, Yara Reagan sighed in surrender.
"To be fair, I have no position to stop you. But Director Grant, tis have changed. If it weren’t for the Yates Family incident, even if you wanted to be with Evelyn tomorrow and got married, no one would care! But you broke off the engagent with Director Yates and then quickly got with Evelyn... it’s inevitable that people will speculate outside."
As Yara Reagan spoke, her expression beca more solemn.
"I have one requirent! For the next three months, you two cannot announce your relationship publicly. Wait until the matter of the broken engagent fades before bringing it to light!"
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