Keith Donovan guessed, "Is it about your fiancée?"
"Yeah."
Jas Grant didn’t want to elaborate, and luckily Keith didn’t probe further.
"Alright, I’ll check it out for you. It’ll probably take a few days. Can you wait?"
"Preferably by tomorrow."
"Then I’ll—"
Keith hadn’t finished speaking when Jas ended the call—
Evelyn Clayton woke up.
She sat up on the bed, looking around helplessly.
Jas Grant opened the bedroom door, his heart softened, and his tone unconsciously beca gentle.
"Looking for ?"
Evelyn nodded, and as he approached, she lightly grabbed the hem of his shirt.
She didn’t say a word but quietly leaned toward him.
Her hands were cold, so delicate and dainty that it felt almost cruel to touch them.
Only when his body warmth gradually dispelled the chill in her did the fear in her heart lessen significantly.
Jas paused for a mont, helping her lie back down on the bed.
"I was just on a call. You should sleep, I’m not leaving."
Evelyn nodded but continued to clutch his shirt tightly, curling up in the blanket and whimpering softly like a wounded creature.
Jas stayed by her side until dawn before heading to the guest room to rest.
...
It was an unusually restless sleep.
After waking, Evelyn felt groggy and dizzy.
If not for the unfamiliar scent she slled, she really didn’t want to open her eyes.
mories from last night flooded her mind, and she sat up abruptly, breathing deeply, instinctively searching for Jas Grant’s figure.
No one was there.
She was alone in the room.
Looking down at the patterns on the quilt, a part of her heart collapsed, and disappointnt welled up.
Didn’t he say he wouldn’t leave?
Liar.
"Knock knock."
Evelyn was startled for a mont: "Co in."
Jas Grant walked in carrying a bowl of porridge. With just a glance, he guessed what she was thinking.
But he didn’t explain; he just placed the porridge on the bedside table.
"Have sothing to eat."
Evelyn didn’t want Jas to see her vulnerability and turned her head slightly, "I haven’t brushed my teeth."
"Eat first, then brush. I’ve prepared new toiletries for you."
Since he said so, Evelyn no longer objected.
Jas picked up the bowl, took a spoonful of porridge, blew on it, and brought it to her lips.
"I can eat by myself."
As if to prove a point, Evelyn reached out to grab the bowl from Jas’s hand, but her fingers were scalded by the rim.
"Ah—"
The pain pierced through her fingertips, drawing a sharp breath from her.
She wasn’t one to be fragile, but after the fright from last night and experiencing Jas’s care, she hadn’t yet recovered emotionally.
Now suddenly getting burned, her eyes involuntarily reddened.
"Let blow on it for you." Jas put down the bowl and held her hand near his mouth, gently blowing on it.
The warm breath on her fingers didn’t cool them; instead, it spread warmth to Evelyn’s face.
Her cheeks flushed slightly as she quickly withdrew her hand, "I’m not a child."
"Alright, you’re an adult. Hurry and eat; the porridge will get cold." Jas said, sowhat helplessly.
Evelyn didn’t stop him from feeding her the porridge.
It was clear that Jas wasn’t used to taking care of people. A few tis, he nearly fed her face instead.
But he was attentive, and even before she said anything, he’d already handed her a napkin.
"Wipe yourself."
"Thank you."
"There’s still so on your face."
"That’s because you fed poorly."
Their conversation was casual, yet there was an inexplicable intimacy in their actions.
Seeing the lingering fatigue in her expression, Jas suggested, "You should take the day off. If there’s nothing urgent at work, put it aside for now."
In her current state, she certainly wasn’t fit for work; she couldn’t guarantee not making mistakes.
Evelyn nodded, "I’ll let Yara Reagan know."
It wasn’t until Jas left the room that she flopped onto the bed, her mind in turmoil.
She was sleeping in Jas Grant’s bed, covered by his blanket, her head on his pillow.
Everything was filled with Jas Grant’s scent.
Yet... she didn’t resent being in an environnt filled with him.
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