Evan remembered finding out that it was Nicoleâs mother who erected a tombstone for Sylphiette when she was still alive.
What exactly is going on here? How many tombstones were erected?
âYouâre saying that they erected a tombstone for you when youâre still alive?â
âYes!â
âWhere is it?â
âItâs just beside my motherâs, and it even had myâ¦â photo on it.
Nicole completed her sentence only in her mind, for she suddenly remembered meeting Evan the last time she went to her motherâs grave.
All those years, I noticed somebodyâ has been putting flowers on my tombstone. Could that person beâ¦
My tombstone had a picture of me as a child who Evan would surely recognize!
Could it be that the flowers were not placed at my grave by mistake? Could it have been Evan all along?
Nicoleâs mind was racing as she stole a glance at Evan.
Then Evan mustâve thought I was dead, but Iâm not!
Damn it! I canât carry on, or heâs going to find out that the little girl from his past isnât actually dead and that sheâs actually me, the person he hates.
After stealing another glance, Nicole shut her mouth and looked at him before she lowered her head again.
What she saw was Evanâs cold expression and his pair of deep dark eyes that looked like a bottomless ocean.
After a moment of silence, Evan stopped asking anything else but told her, âYou should get some rest.â
âSo will you still be helping Lane Corporation?â
âIâll think about it.â
The sudden change did not sit right with Nicole, for Evan was questioning her aggressively just then.
Not knowing what happened to him, Nicole decided to not say anything else.
She then tried to leave the room by opening the door, but it would not budge.
Even Evan couldnât open it because Juan, the little lock expert, did something to the door lock.
Evanâs only option was to call Juan.
âOpen the door.â
âMommy wants to sleep with you, so⦠â
âOpen it!â
Shuddering at Evanâs command, Juan turned to look at Kyle as he pouted helplessly.
âI guess it didnât go well for mommy.â
âI think weâd better open the door since Daddyâs angry. Mommyâs not going to win if they have a fight.â
Juan nodded in agreement before he walked to Evanâs bedroom door and opened it in less than a minute.
âMommy,â called Juan who looked up sadly at Nicole.
âItâs pretty late, Juan. Go to bed,â said Nicole as she reached out to pat Juan softly on the head.
After he nodded, Juan pouted at Evan whose face had darkened, âGood night, Daddy.â Then, Juan left the room holding Nicoleâs hand.
âIâm sorry, Mommy. Next time, Kyle and I will think of another way.â
âThis is between me and Daddy, Juan. You and Kyle wouldnât understand because itâs an adult affair. I can take care of it myself.â
Juan inquired softly, âThen why did Daddy want the door open?â
Nicole was a little startled by the question but she answered with sheer audacity, âWell, thatâs because I donât like Daddy. If I did, he wouldâve begged me to stay.â
Surprised to hear Nicoleâs answer, Juan asked her curiously, âIf you donât like Daddy, then who do you like? Uncle Rocky?â
Because of how loud Juan asked the question, his words reached Evan who was just about to close his bedroom door.
Nicole doesnât like me, but she likes Rocky? Is she blind?
She has such bad taste in man.
Evan then slammed the door shut and the two were caught off guard by the loud noise.
âWhatâs wrong with Daddy?â asked Juan scratching his head.
âI have no idea. Alright, itâs time to go to bed.â