Evan paused.
In the end, he didn’t mention tonight’s events.
He said: “Liz has a gift she wants to give you. Would it be convenient to have dinner together in the next couple of days?”
Liz seemed to have experienced some major accident, suffering severe physical and emotional trauma.
Liz had told me before that I apparently resembled her mother somewhat.
But her mother had already passed away.
So I understood Liz’s attachment to me.
However, meeting Evan alone for Liz’s sake made me hesitate, especially since he had always been quite unwelcoming toward me all these years.
At this moment, Evan suddenly said: “I can help with a project your uncle has.”
I was stunned.
As an unwanted illegitimate daughter, I had never felt warmth from my father and his family, but my mother’s relatives had always been good to me, especially my uncle.
I had heard he was having some business difficulties recently. If Evan was willing to help, he certainly had the ability to help my uncle get through this crisis.
Evan didn’t say much more: “Think about it. Feel free to contact me anytime once you’ve decided.”
I didn’t speak.
Honestly, I didn’t trust him.
Because he had good relationships with both Ashley and Ferris.
Even if Evan’s current approach was sincere, even if he eventually succeeded with my uncle’s project.
But if I had conflicts with Ashley in the future, who knew if he might threaten me through the project and my uncle, just like Ferris?
Perhaps guessing the reason for my hesitation, Evan said: “I can guarantee you that I will never let personal matters affect business between your uncle and
ne.”
Hearing this, I said: “Are you certain?”
Certain.”
I hesitated, then said: “Alright.”
When you have time, you can contact me and I’ll arrange the meeting.”
I said: “Okay.”
At this point, Evan looked at my hair, somewhat disheveled by the cold wind, and said: “The night wind is cold. Let’s go inside.”
Hearing these words, I paused.
I wondered if it was my imagination, but I seemed to hear a trace of… tenderness in his cold voice?
I nodded, said nothing more, and got into my car.
Ivan Aidn’t move.
As my car passed by his feet, I rolled down the window to nod at him in greeting, then pressed the accelerator and left.
Watching my car disappear, Evan finally got in his car and left.
Not long after I started driving, I received a mindlink from Ferris. He seemed to have just smoked, his voice somewhat hoarse.
“Can we talk?”
The moment I received the message, I couldn’t help but be stunned. In recent days, Ferris had contacted me more times than in all the years combined since we
became mates.
I instinctively wanted to refuse, but after glancing at the date on the car screen, I changed my mind.
“Alright.”
Counting it up, it had been almost a month since I submitted the divorce application.
He was probably looking for me to discuss this matter.
The next day at the agreed time, I arrived at the restaurant we had arranged.
The moment I pushed open the door, my steps faltered slightly.
By the window, Ferris was gently wiping the corner of Ashley’s mouth with a napkin.
That look was so tender it could cut through ice. Standing there, I felt my heart being viciously squeezed by an invisible hand.
Was this what he wanted me to see?
(5)
