Evelyn Clayton’s expression was very calm.
She lowered her eyes, avoiding Jas Grant’s gaze, and said, "For no particular reason. It’s just that he spoke up first, and since we are family, it’s reasonable for the two of us to attend the wedding together."
Jas Grant found it difficult to suppress a surge of anger.
Since reuniting with Evelyn Clayton, he hadn’t felt this way for a long ti.
But now, Jas Grant could no longer control his emotions.
He almost imdiately stood up, using a questioning tone, "You and Shane, are you really just siblings?"
Evelyn Clayton then looked up at Jas Grant, her tone indifferent, "Why are you asking this?"
"You clearly know—" Jas Grant was uncharacteristically angry, "You know very well what it ans for a man and a woman to attend a wedding together!"
Evelyn Clayton’s expression could be described as cold, "I don’t think it ans anything else. Jas, have you forgotten, my last na is now Sinclair, and Shane and I are family with the sa surna."
Jas Grant looked at Evelyn Clayton, his eyes filled with a faint mockery, "Are you playing dumb? Evelyn, you’re so smart, you can’t possibly miss—"
"Jas Grant." Evelyn Clayton’s voice was weighted, "I advise you to be cautious with your words."
She looked coldly at Jas Grant, paused, and then continued, "You must understand, so words, once spoken, cannot be taken back."
Jas Grant’s reasoning barely held back.
Seeing the warning look in Evelyn Clayton’s eyes, Jas Grant clenched his molars tightly, swallowing the indescribable chill in his heart.
After a long pause, Jas Grant shafully lowered his eyes, his voice hoarse, "I didn’t an anything else. Sorry, I was too emotional earlier."
Evelyn Clayton raised her eyebrows slightly, "Thank you for your understanding."
After speaking, Evelyn Clayton stood up, "Anyway, thank you Director Grant for personally delivering the invitation. I appreciate the gesture. You can take the invitation back; if there’s nothing else, I’ll take my leave first."
Jas Grant kept his eyes downcast, not speaking for a while.
Evelyn Clayton then prepared to turn and leave.
She was at the door when Jas Grant hurriedly spoke up to stop her.
"Evelyn," Jas Grant’s gaze was dim, yet it carried a hint of pleading, "Please, consider it my request... can you answer one question for first?"
Evelyn Clayton hesitated for a mont, ultimately unable to resist that indescribable softness in her heart.
She nodded, "Ask."
"There’s no emotion between you and Shane that goes beyond... sibling love, is there?"
eting Jas Grant’s gaze, Evelyn Clayton felt a bit startled.
Jas Grant’s eyes were like those of soone on the verge of drowning, seeing a piece of driftwood that could save their life, with a flicker of hope in them that was unbearable to witness.
Evelyn Clayton hastily withdrew her gaze, her tone firm, "No. He will only ever be like a brother to ."
Not wanting to hear Jas Grant’s next question, she turned and quickly left.
Upon reaching the elevator, Evelyn Clayton dared to look back towards the direction of the lounge.
She saw Jas Grant’s back.
Broad, upright, yet inexplicably desolate.
Evelyn Clayton forced herself to look away, and as the elevator doors opened, she fled inside as if escaping.
Back in the office, Evelyn Clayton closed the door, gently closed her eyes, and took a deep breath.
She found it difficult to describe her current feelings, as if sothing was shaking within her, making her involuntarily despise herself.
Useless, Evelyn Clayton.
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