Flirted Wrong, Married Right

Chapter 251: You’re Still Hiding It

"Why is there nothing to say?" Keith asked anxiously, changing his approach: "So, deep down, is there anyone you actually have feelings for?"James Grant stared at the ceiling, his mind filled with Evelyn Clayton.

Her figure in pajamas waiting for him to get home from work, the way she defended her design after pulling several all-nighters only to have it rejected, her contrasts in bed and out of bed...

Every version of Evelyn Clayton, whether smiling or angry, was firmly engraved in his memory.

He knew perfectly well whether she was in his heart or not.

But that’s not the question he wanted to clarify.

Keith noticed that neither of them was paying attention to him, so he got even more excited: "Are you really not going to pursue her, James? Someone so outstanding, what if someone else snatches her up first?"

James gave him a cold glance and finally spoke, "She won’t."

Keith was practically ready to bow down to his brother’s confidence.

He wanted to say more, but Tristan Hawthorne, annoyed, shut him up with some fruit.

"You’ve talked so much, you must be hungry. Eat more."

Keith chewed with fruit in his arms, holding a plate.

After a brief moment of confusion, he angrily stuffed himself with fruit chunks.

He was just bored, giving emotional guidance to James Grant!

By the time Evelyn Clayton got home, it was already midnight. Opening the door, she found Yara Reagan there.

"Weren’t you going back?"

She asked while changing her shoes, her body so exhausted she nearly lost her balance. Yara hurried over.

"I’m just worried about you." Yara helped her to the couch and ran to the kitchen to boil a kettle of hot water, pouring some for Evelyn: "Drink some hot water to warm up."

Her eyes were full of concern; a sip of hot water warmed not just her body but her heart as well.

When Yara went to the kitchen, Evelyn had already pulled her sleeves down.

Yara, sharp-eyed, still noticed something was off.

"You’re still trying to hide it!"

Yara had never seen someone who wouldn’t cry out in pain; wounded, yet not caring at all, invoking sympathy.

"It’s just a minor injury; it’ll be fine by tomorrow." Evelyn was somewhat daunted by Yara’s accusing stare, headache ensuing as she made excuses: "If you hadn’t said anything, I would’ve forgotten."

She never intended for Yara to see it.

This girl could sometimes be overly sentimental. It was better if she didn’t know; once she did, she would make a mountain out of a molehill, as she’s doing now.

Yara diligently applied medicine to Evelyn’s wounds twice, not forgetting to wrap them with bandages, tying bows around both wrists and ankles.

Evelyn hesitated to speak.

Anyone unaware might think she’d suffered some serious injury.

She had used up an entire roll of bandage!

"What exactly happened?"hing she was right about."

Yara was dumbfounded.

If she was joking earlier, now she seriously began to doubt if something was wrong with her friend’s head.

Evelyn stared at the bandage for a while, then lifted it up: "Yara, look."

"Look at what?" Yara’s eyes were confused, her hand already hovering over the dial screen.