Chapter 421

Evelyn shook her head. "I need some fresh air."

"Then tell me immediately if your leg starts hurting. Don't push yourself."

"I know."

"Evelyn, if I'd known how much trouble we'd face coming back to this country, I never would've let you return." Michael helped her into the car. "Back in Stonebridge, everything was peaceful. I never had to worry about you. Who knew your homecoming would turn into a never-ending nightmare for me?"

Guilt flickered in Evelyn's eyes. "Then why don't you go back to Stonebridge?"

"That's not what I meant!"

"I know. But I can handle things here. You should go back—"

"Only if you come with me."

"No. I love my country more than I ever loved Stonebridge."

Michael scoffed. "Then I'm staying too. Where you go, I go."

"You miss Nathan, don't you?"

"Why bring him up? He blocked my number." Michael hit the accelerator. "That bastard only cares about his boss."

Evelyn sighed. "I'm sorry."

"Why are you apologizing? Even without you, we'd still have this problem. I won't tolerate being second to his damn job."

They headed to the mall. Evelyn bought imported chocolates and then stopped at a jewelry boutique, picking out gold zodiac bracelets for each of her female employees.

"Evelyn, you're making this harder than it needs to be. Now you have to remember all their birthdays," Michael teased.

"But they'll love it," she insisted.

"They'd love cash more."

"Maybe, but some happiness isn't bought with money."

Like the gift Eric had given her. No amount of money could compare to the joy it brought.

After shopping, Michael carried the bags in one hand and steadied Evelyn with the other.

Her injured leg soon ached.

"I told you I should've gone alone. You never listen," he grumbled.

Evelyn tuned him out.

The next morning, Michael drove her to work. After handing out the gifts, Evelyn returned to her office for the first time in weeks.

A bouquet sat on her desk. She picked up the card.

Today is a beautiful day!

Signed with a single letter—E.

Eric Montclair.

She smiled, settling into her chair and turning on her computer.

A mountain of work awaited her. Though most had been handled, she spent the morning reviewing everything.

At noon, Michael knocked. "Lunch?"

"Did you check your medical results? They're in your email," he reminded her.

She nodded, standing. "Just got them. Haven’t looked yet. How were yours?"

"Doctors said no alcohol for now." He groaned. "What’s the point of living?"

"Listen to them. I’ll make sure you do." She tapped her phone, scanning the report.

Michael pressed the elevator button.

The doors opened.

Then she saw it.

Early Pregnancy: Three Months.