In the evening, just as Eva Miller entered the room, Luke Land wanted to follow her.
"No entry," Eva spoke to stop him.
"If I don’t co in, where should I sleep?"
"Sleep in the guest room, in the living room, on the floor, whatever suits you."
"..."
After that night, Eva no longer trusted Luke. Although Luke was a bit reluctant, considering they were at a crucial point of reconciliation, he didn’t want to do anything she didn’t like.
He turned around and walked to the guest room, while Eva forcefully slamd the door shut.
Her body leaned against the cold wall, and then she slowly slid down, squatting on the ground, feeling montarily lost.
...
The next morning, she walked downstairs listlessly, where Luke had already prepared breakfast.
"Co and have sothing to eat."
Eve truly felt a bit hungry, so she didn’t say much and sat down at the dining table.
Halfway through the al, she suddenly took out her phone.
"I’ve told you to stay off phones and computers during pregnancy," Luke said as he prepared to take her phone, but Eva had just opened the news page and seed to see three familiar characters...
Oliver Johnson.
Hush Sky Group is rising again and will establish their headquarters in New York.
Her heartbeat seed to slow a beat, and she tightly gripped her phone. A few minutes later, she ca to and couldn’t help but smile inexplicably.
She didn’t know how much effort and courage Oliver Johnson had put into rebuilding the company, but being able to bounce back was undoubtedly good.
Thinking of this, her mood inexplicably lightened a lot. She placed her phone on the dining table, picked up the empty bowl in front of her, and made her way to the kitchen.
"I would still like another bowl of this soup." In an unusual move, Eva proactively asked for more.
"Young Madam, please sit down. I’ll get it for you," said the butler, moving forward as if to take her bowl.
"No need, I can do it myself." Her lips raised slightly, and both Luke and the butler looked as if they’d seen a ghost, as if she had changed temperants today.
Eva walked into the kitchen cheerfully, while Luke looked suspiciously at the phone on the table, reached out, picked it up, and noticed the news page hadn’t been closed, so Oliver Johnson’s na was glaringly evident.
Ha, he thought she had changed today, but it turns out it was because of Oliver Johnson.
Now she’s reached the point where just seeing ’Oliver Johnson’ makes her smile?
In her eyes, what exactly was he?
Eva erged from the kitchen holding the bowl and sat at the dining table, taking a big scoop and sending it into her mouth, unaware that Luke sitting across from her seed a little off.
Soon, she finished drinking the soup from the bowl and prepared to take her phone upstairs to rest for a while, only... where was her phone?
Eva searched the table, looked under it, but just couldn’t see it.
"Luke, where is my phone?" Eva frowned as she asked Luke.
"Why, can’t wait to catch another glimpse of Oliver Johnson?" His tone was a bit cold and mocking, and Eva understood imdiately.
"Who I like to look at has nothing to do with you, give back my phone."
It was that kind of tone again, as if everything he did was wrong.
Luke stood up, raised his hand, and smashed her phone onto the floor, instantly shattering the screen into pieces, pitch black.
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