Night falls.
The bedroom is filled with a thick, ambiguous atmosphere. The small night lamp on the bedside table is on, illuminating a small world.
Evelyn Clayton turns her head, looking at Jas Grant’s chiseled profile. Her gaze is deep, revealing no emotions.
Suddenly, Jas Grant turns his head to look at Evelyn Clayton.
In an instant, as their eyes et, Jas Grant shows a slight smile. A subtle tenderness lingers in his satisfied eyes: "What are you thinking about?"
Evelyn Clayton is silent for a mont, then softly says, "I might have to go on a business trip soon."
Jas Grant raises his eyebrows slightly in surprise, "A business trip? When?"
"In the next few days, I guess." Evelyn Clayton shifts her gaze and turns on another lamp by the bed, adding more light to dilute so of the intimacy.
Jas Grant instinctively frowns.
Evelyn Clayton doesn’t answer his first question.
"Is there sothing you need to handle?" Jas Grant picks up a strand of Evelyn Clayton’s smooth hair, playing with it in his hands, patiently rephrasing his question, "Do you need any help from ?"
"If I need help, I’ll let you know." Evelyn Clayton clasps Jas Grant’s hand, her voice indescribably gentle, "What specifically... I’ll tell you when I co back."
Jas Grant laughs, "Is it sothing big? You’re keeping it so tightly under wraps."
Evelyn Clayton gets out of bed, puts on a robe to cover up the marks on her body, "I don’t feel like talking about it right now."
She hasn’t figured out how to keep this from Jas Grant yet.
For now, she’ll just wing it.
After what just happened, Jas Grant doesn’t feel right asking more questions.
Since being open with Evelyn Clayton and getting together, Jas Grant always feels that although Evelyn seems close, she’s actually very distant from him.
Hopefully, he’s just overthinking it...
The next morning, Evelyn Clayton sends a ssage to Rhys Jacobs, informing him she won’t be at the office for the next few days, and then makes a trip to a suburban bus terminal.
Looking at the old long-distance bus station with few people and almost no passengers coming or going, Evelyn Clayton’s eyes flicker slightly.
This was her plan, thought up during a sleepless night.
She doesn’t want anyone to know she’s going to Y Province to visit Lars Alden.
On the way, she calls Violet Ford and Franklin Ford to confirm that the Y Province police will cooperate, and she receives an electronic version of the visitation permit. Now, all that’s left is to buy a ticket and board the bus.
Evelyn Clayton hesitates at the entrance of the bus terminal for a mont, then resolutely walks in.
Buying the ticket and waiting, she quickly hears the announcent for the license plate of the bus she needs to take in the nearly empty waiting area.
Evelyn Clayton gets up and walks toward the boarding gate, with sunglasses and a mask covering most of her face. Even soone who knows her well wouldn’t recognize her from behind.
In such a mixed environnt, however, Evelyn Clayton isn’t conspicuous; on the contrary, no one pays attention to her.
Once on the bus, the strange mixture of odors combined with the sll of gasoline makes Evelyn Clayton wrinkle her nose instinctively.
She glances at her phone, which shows it’s ten in the morning.
The bus departs at ten past ten, and from here to Y Province, with interdiate stops for rest, it should take no more than six hours to arrive.
Evelyn Clayton calms her mind, dims the brightness of her phone screen, and starts reviewing the eting notes just submitted by Rhys Jacobs.
Although the collaboration with The Yates Group is pretty much off the table, they’ve already started rushing the production of the official website for Gem.
If nothing goes wrong in the next few days, they’ll be able to put the new season of clothes for sale on the website.
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