Chapter 119

Chapter 119 Evan froze. The muscles in his back tensed. Seeing it was mostly dry, I applied the new bandage, my hands circling his waist...

“Stop, Evan abruptly stopped me, his voice husky, veins bulging in his arm and neck.

I stopped, puzzled, holding the unfinished bandage.“Almost done... Was I too rough?”

Evan’s expression was serious and complex. He couldn’t answer, pushing my hand away.“Get down. I’ll do the rest.” His voice was cold, his breath quick.

I was a little angry. I’d been careful and gentle! Why wasn’t he satisfied? He was so difficult! Being his secretary was hard!

Evan realized he’d overreacted, turning his head, his voice softer.“Go make me something to eat.”

I wanted to refuse but swallowed my words.“Okay.”

I got off the bed; my knees were numb from kneeling. I stumbled, falling to the floor. Evan looked down, seeing me kneeling, looking pitiful.“Why are you kneeling? Asking for a raise?”

“My knees are numb!” I said huffily, sitting on the carpet, rubbing my knees, then standing.

Evan was silent for a moment, a smile playing on his lips.

In the kitchen, I opened the refrigerator resentfully. The “saving grace” filter was shattered! Even if I made a feast, he’d find fault.

Seeing the noodles, I decided to make a simple soup. I added some greens and an egg, preparing a plain bowl of noodles.

Going to the dining room, I saw Evan already there.“Eating here?” I said, carrying the noodles.

Evan stood.“Let’s eat in the dining room.”

Me:...Why were you sitting in the living room?... I forced a smile and placed the noodles on the table. Evan sat down, looking at the simple noodles. After a moment, he praised, “Not bad.”

“As long as you like it, CEO,” I replied smoothly, inwardly rolling my eyes. Sarcasm? Fine. Eat it or not.

Evan:“I can’t finish it all. Get a bowl; I’ll share with you.”

“...I’m not hungry,” I refused. Who wanted to share noodles with him? He’d sarcastically accused me of narcissism, criticized my bandage application, and now he was mocking my cooking... Did he think I was spineless?

My frustrated expression didn’t escape Evan’s notice. He said, “I’m sorry.”

Me:“...?” I hadn’t expected an apology.“If you can’t finish it, just leave it.”

“I mean, about earlier.”

“Mm?” Earlier? Which earlier?

Evan didn’t explain, eating silently. He finished the noodles, wiped his mouth, and said, “It was good.” Fine. I gave up trying to understand him.“If you don’t need anything, I’ll go.” I waited for his approval. He stared at me, making me think I had something on my face. Finally, he spoke.“No matter where I am, who’s with me, don’t avoid me. Come in whenever you want. And... even if something happens between us, it won’t become gossip.” His expression was serious, his gaze intense.