Chapter 811

Elian Cross finished speaking and looked at Evelyn Ross with a smile.

Evelyn was momentarily speechless.

The man's complexion had improved greatly.

His cheeks were fuller.

He looked even more radiant than when she first saw him at the Ashcroft residence.

His smile felt like a spring breeze.

Evelyn couldn't help but curve her lips slightly.

Alexander Vance chose that moment to interject.

"Thank you, Mr. Cross."

"Which day is the party?"

"My wife and I will be sure to visit."

Evelyn: "..."

The jealousy jar had tipped over again.

This man was perpetually jealous.

Elian Cross seemed oblivious to Alexander's displeasure.

He replied gently, "In three days."

Then, he turned his gaze to little Chloe Davis.

He gave her a small wave.

"What an adorable little girl."

"Is she your sister's child?"

Little Chloe was still a bit shy.

Her small, oval face was endearing.

Her large, dark eyes, like black grapes, curved into crescents when she smiled.

Hearing Elian's words, she spoke softly.

"Hello, sister."

Elian was momentarily taken aback.

Then he chuckled.

"I'm a brother... no, an uncle."

"That 'sister' just made me a generation younger than your mom."

Chloe looked at him with innocent confusion.

She seemed not to understand.

Why was this person with a ponytail, who looked so pretty like a sister, asking her to call him uncle?

She stared with pure, wide eyes, not blinking.

Elian shook his head gently.

He lightly ruffled her hair.

Then he looked back at Evelyn.

"Miss Ross, do you have any plans for lunch today?"

Evelyn: "?"

Before she could answer, Joanna Sterling and Natalie Castillo both stepped forward.

"What do you want?"

Elian lowered his eyes slightly, looking a bit shy.

"Nothing much..."

"I was just thinking, since I'm here, could I possibly... get another meal?"

The group: "..."

Joanna fell into thoughtful silence.

Natalie, however, immediately swallowed.

She looked at Evelyn with eager, pleading eyes.

Evelyn: "??"

Why did she suddenly feel like a professional feeder?

Before she could speak, Alexander answered coldly.

"We have plans. Sorry."

He then took Evelyn's hand.

He led her directly out of the room.

Evelyn followed him to the parking lot.

Only after getting in the car did she ask.

"Where are we going?"

"What's the matter?"

Alexander's tone was flat.

"Whatever you want."

"We haven't been on a date in a long time."

Evelyn: "You don't actually have something to do with me?"

"No."

"I just didn't want you cooking for them again."

"I can't bear to have you cook."

"Yet they all have thicker skin than the last."

Evelyn couldn't hold back a laugh.

"Is this jealousy, or are you worried about me?"

"Both."

Alexander's expression darkened slightly.

"They're all like clingy vines."

"Always circling around you."

"As if they can't live without you..."

"Don't they have their own things to do?"

Evelyn laughed even more.

"Elian Cross has anorexia."

"He can only eat food I make."

"Saving a life, there's no choice."

Alexander: "Him, fine."

"What about the others?"

"Can't they just eat anything?"

"One pot of noodles for eight people..."

He reached out and took her wrist.

He gently massaged it.

"Aren't you afraid of getting tired?"

Evelyn flexed her wrist.

"When I practiced martial arts as a child, my master made me hold buckets of water while doing horse stance."

"This is nothing."

"That's different."

"That was for physical training."

"This is housework."

Seeing his insistence, Evelyn nodded.

"Alright, I'll listen to you."

"I won't cook for them anymore."

"Only for Elian Cross."

Only then did Alexander look satisfied.

The car pulled out onto the street.

They had no destination.

They drove aimlessly through the streets of New York.

The weather had been getting colder.

But today had warmed up unexpectedly.

Evelyn opened the sunroof and the windows.

The wind rushed in, lifting her long hair.

It felt wonderfully pleasant.

She looked out the window.

Then she turned her head to look at Alexander driving.

A feeling of peaceful, quiet contentment suddenly washed over her.

If her mother were still here...

If there were no messy troubles with the Sterling Family...

Could she and Alexander live a simple, happy life like this forever?

Evelyn thought this.

She leaned back in her seat.

Unconsciously, she drifted into sleep.

When she woke again, the car was still moving.

Evelyn stretched.

She looked out the window.

It was completely dark.

She had slept for ten hours.

She immediately turned to Alexander.

"Where are we?"

Alexander: "The road outside the Ashcroft residence."

Evelyn was slightly stunned.

"How many laps have you driven?"

"Didn't count."

"Not many."

Evelyn paused.

"You've been driving for ten hours?"

Alexander nodded.

"Yes."

"You were sleeping so soundly."

"I was afraid stopping would wake you."

A sudden warmth filled Evelyn's chest.

So it was because she hadn't slept well last night.

That's why he had driven her around all day so she could sleep.

This sleep had indeed been extremely deep.

So deep she felt a bit disoriented.

How long had it been since she had relaxed like this?

As a child in the Ashcroft house, she couldn't sleep well.

Linda Lowell could burst in at any moment to hit and scold her.

Later, after moving out, she slept even less soundly.

No matter how brave she was, she was just a thirteen-year-old girl.

Living alone in an empty rental apartment.

How could she not be afraid...

It seemed she had never slept so deeply, so soundly before.