Chapter 58
Even if Evelyn recovered, she would never have children of her own. She didn’t say anything else. She was always quiet, keeping to herself most of the time with Jason, the seat… but…
Jason pursed his lips together and said, “That’s good.”
Evelyn glanced at him. She asked, “Is there anything else, Mr. Huo?”
Evelyn stayed outside for a while longer. She quietly enjoyed this solitude. As the night deepened, she finally got up, ready to head inside her tent. As she got up, footsteps sounded in the distance, accompanied by the faint glow of a flashlight.
A woman’s voice, laced with a smile, carried through the air.
Evelyn turned toward the vague light.
Tiffany stood beside Lucas, his tall, broad-shouldered frame making her look even smaller. Before she could process it, Lucas stepped into the tent, and Tiffany swiftly followed.
Evelyn’s gaze flickered. She hadn’t expected this. Lucas knew she was here tonight, yet he hadn’t bothered to avoid doing such things in front of her.
Her fingers unconsciously tightened around the thermos in her hands before she turned and bounded back into her tent.
This wasn’t just any campsite—it was a luxury retreat equipped with top-tier amenities. Even the tents were designed like upscale hotel suites, complete with plush mattresses, sofas, and…
The modular tent kept the cold at bay, and for the first time in a while, she slept soundly until morning.
Stepping out of her tent, Evelyn made her way toward the wash area, passing by Lucas’s tent. It was empty.
The bed was perfectly made, untouched, as no one had slept there at all. She didn’t dwell on it; instead, she walked to a shuttle to freshen up.
The crisp morning air helped clear her head. She felt a little more relaxed. As she stepped inside the restroom, she overheard a familiar voice.
“I don’t see my brother anywhere,” Sophia said over the phone.
The person on the other end said something, and Sophia suddenly replied, “Oh, so they went back to the hotel with him in the middle of the night? Got it.”
Evelyn stood there, momentarily dazed. Then, it clicked. They hadn’t even stayed the night here. So, was it because the soundproofing wasn’t good enough? Not private enough for them to do their thing?
They were in the honeymoon phase. It made sense. It was hard to look away.
Evelyn let the thought linger for a moment, then turned and headed back to the hotel. She needed to do her hair and makeup to make sure she looked as put together as ever. That was something she couldn’t afford to slack on these days.
The company trip would continue until the afternoon.
By the time Evelyn got downstairs, she heard that Lucas and Tiffany had already left, probably because her presence had soured the mood for him.
She didn’t care. She grabbed breakfast and then went to the café to continue working on the report. Sebastian had told her that once they finalized this project, they would present it to Graham. She couldn’t afford to slack off, not even for a second.
Justine had only just found out about the chaos the night before. She nearly kicked herself for missing the camping trip. She would’ve loved to back Evelyn up, but Evelyn had already made peace with these things a long time ago. With her current health condition, holding onto such things would only worsen her condition and take more time.
On Monday, work picked up right where it left off, running at full speed. Flying Seal Group had several key partners, and they were also responsible for post-launch technical maintenance. Sebastian took Evelyn to one of their partner companies to handle the follow-up work.
As they passed through the city, they drove past the most striking skyscraper in the district—Bluzen Tower. Evelyn didn’t spare it a single glance. Their meeting was in an office building nearby.
During the discussion with Lincoln, she unexpectedly spotted Michael across the room. He was in the middle of a presentation, probably sent by Lucas for a new deal.
Michael noticed her too. His brows instinctively knit together, and his lips parted as if to speak, “Ms. Reed—”
But Evelyn didn’t acknowledge him. She walked right past, not sparing him a second look.