Chapter 112

Chapter 112

Eugene took a deep breath. He was surprised by the fact that he actually asked that unreliable man for

advice on pursuing Olivia when he used to be extremely scornful toward the latter’s opinions on the

matter. “Alright, I don’t think your methods would be helpful for me.” More importantly, the relationship

between her and him weren’t at a stage where they could do much. She calls me Mr. Nolan all the time.

How am I supposed to become intimate with her?

Eugene took a deep breath. He was surprised by the fact that he actually asked that unreliable man for

advice on pursuing Olivia when he used to be extremely scornful toward the latter’s opinions on the

matter. “Alright, I don’t think your methods would be helpful for me.” More importantly, the relationship

between her and him weren’t at a stage where they could do much. She calls me Mr. Nolan all the time.

How am I supposed to become intimate with her?

That night, Olivia’s phone rang just as she entered the house after picking her son up. She answered

the call and was surprised to learn that it was Eugene on the other end. “Mr. Nolan.”

The man’s clear voice came from the other end of the call. “Are you home?”

“Yes,” she said after a short pause of confusion.

“Come on up!” he said, making his orders concise.

She didn’t seem to understand him. “What?”

His chuckle was heard through the call as he seemed to have achieved his intentions of surprising her.

“One floor above your house.”

She thought about the words that the mover had said back then. So, it was Eugene indeed. “So, it

really is you. Why did you move here?”

“You knew about it?”

“I bumped into the workers from the moving company yesterday and they said that the owner’s last

name is Nolan.”

“Well, I thought I’d be giving you guys a surprise. Come on up and I’ll buy you dinner,” he said with a

smile.

She thought for a moment before she agreed. “Alright.”

North had just placed his schoolbag in his study room when he faintly heard his mother calling out for a

‘Mr. Nolan’. Filled with curiosity, he stepped out and asked, “Who was that, Mommy?”

“Uncle Eugene wants to treat us to dinner.”

“Where?”

Olivia laughed as she pointed a finger toward the ceiling.

The young boy was extremely elated. “Let’s hurry up then!” he said as he picked up his laptop and

prepared to walk out.

She pulled on him and reminded, “Remember not to say anything that you aren’t supposed to say once

we’re there.”

“I got it, Mommy.” North then tugged his mother’s arm as he said, “Hurry up, let’s go!”

Olivia had expected a large crowd of people to be there since it was Eugene’s housewarming. She

even thought that Nathan might be there, at the very least, but she realized it was only her and her son

once he opened his house door, making her feel a little awkward. I knew that we shouldn’t have been

too excited to come. This little brat was the one who kept rushing me!

“Do take a seat; I’m almost done.” Eugene entered the kitchen and brought some dishes out.

She was surprised to see the layout of her house being replicated in his house, making her feel almost

as if she was in her own home. However, she knew that she wasn’t when she saw him hustling around.

She carefully walked over to him and questioned, “Are the others... not here yet?”

“There isn’t anyone else,” he explained as he looked up after he placed the dishes on the table.

Her lips twitched a little. Does that mean he only asked the two of us to swing by? “Should we ask

Nathan to join us?”

Eugene paused for a moment before he calmly replied, “I asked him, but he had something else to do.”

She mumbled something in response while being in a daze as she felt a sense of relief filling her chest.

I was merely overthinking it then. He did ask other people to join, but they simply couldn’t make it as

they were busy. Why was I thinking so much about it?

“Sit down,” Eugene said as he watched Olivia standing motionlessly.

She nodded and anxiously sat down. She was surprised to see the tasty-looking dishes on the table

and asked, “Did you... make all of these?”

“I haven’t cooked in a while, so I don’t know how it tastes,” he said with a nod.

Her eyes were then filled with admiration. “You can even cook?” She was especially impressed by men

who could cook, possibly because she couldn’t do it herself.

Eugene secretly praised his smart decisions once he saw the astonishment on her face. He had

thought of asking someone else to prepare the food, but he later decided to cook the dishes himself

since it was the first time that he was asking his future wife and his son over for dinner. Didn’t someone

say that the best way to a man’s heart is through his stomach? It seemed like the same was true for

women.