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 thetter’s opinions on the
matter. “Alright, I don’t think your methods would be helpful for me.” More importantly, the rtionship
between her and him weren’t at a stage where they could do much. She calls me Mr. Nn all the time.
How am I supposed to be 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 thetter’s opinions on the
matter. “Alright, I don’t think your methods would be helpful for me.” More importantly, the rtionship
between her and him weren’t at a stage where they could do much. She calls me Mr. Nn all the time.
How am I supposed to be 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. Nn.”
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?”
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“You knew about it?”
“I bumped into the workers from the movingpany yesterday and they said that the owner’sst
name is Nn.”
“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 ced his schoolbag in his study room when he faintly heard his mother calling out for a
‘Mr. Nn’. Filled with curiosity, he stepped out and asked, “Who was that, Mommy?”
“Uncle Eugene wants to treat us to dinner.”
“Where?”
Oliviaughed as she pointed a finger toward the ceiling.
The young boy was extremely ted. “Let’s hurry up then!” he said as he picked up hisptop 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 arge 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 toe. 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 theyout 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 exined as he looked up after he ced 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 heter 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.