Chapter 165


    The sky had darkened, and normally, Francesca would’ve returned home with Floretta at this hour.


    However, it was unusually quiet in the house that day. Neither of them was anywhere to be found.


    Angeline grew concerned when she noticed their absence. With a worried look in her eyes, she asked


    Evander, “Where’s Francesca and Floretta? Why haven’t they returned?”


    “Rx. Let me exin,” Evander replied calmly. “I told Francesca to bring Floretta to the other


    mansion. It’s just nearby. In the meantime, you can stay here and focus on recuperating.”


    “Okay.” Relieved, Angeline went to the doorway and stared at the mansion across from theirs. The


    usually dark mansion was lit that day, confirming Evander’s statement to be true.


    He’s so wealthy, so it’s not a surprise that he owns more than one mansion. Moreover, I’m currently


    experiencing an allergic reaction. Adults have better immunity, but it’s not the same case with children.


    I understand the need to distance myself from Floretta.


    Since Francesca had her hands full with Floretta, the task of taking care of Evander’s daily life naturally


    fell on Angeline’s shoulders.


    That night, Angeline whipped up a simple beef stew that garnered an endless stream of praises from


    Roger. Hispliments rendered Evander’s expression thunderous.


    Fortunately, Roger, being a tactful person, left the Golding residence immediately after dinner. Before


    his departure, he gave them a meaningful lecture. “As your good friend, it is my duty to remind you that


    it would be better if you don’t share a room while Mrs. Golding hasn’t recovered—”


    Evander shoved Roger out of the doorway before thetter couldplete his sentence and mmed


    the door shut.


    Blushing, Angeline gazed at Evander bashfully. Without waiting for him to speak, she muttered, “I’ll go


    and sleep in the guest room. You should rest early too.”


    With that said, she made her way upstairs.


    Evander stared at her retreating figure, a resigned look surfacing in his eyes. However, an affectionate


    smile hung on his lips. He could tell Angeline had feelings for him and was just not used to living with


    him.


    Just as he was about to head to the study, he saw Angeline walking back toward him. She stopped in


    front of the man and stared at him for a few seconds before standing on tiptoes and nting a soft kiss


    on his lips.


    “Goodnight,” she murmured. Her voice was uncharacteristically gentle and low. It felt as if a feather had


    gently caressed his heart.


    After saying that, she left in a haste. Unable to hide her coy expression, she behaved like a


    mischievous child who was caught sneaking candy.


    Evander stood there unmoving and watched as she disappeared from sight. The aloof expression he


    usually wore was soon reced by a warm and tender one.


    That was the first time Angeline mustered her courage to kiss him on her own initiative.


    Does this mean she’s finally acknowledging our rtionship? Well, it’s fine. The results don’t matter. As


    long as she’s safe and sound by my side, I don’t mind if we have to take things slow. In fact, this


    ambiguous distance between us is a good thing. Rushing into things will only cause disaster.


    The next day, Angeline prepared breakfast in advance and was cing two sses of milk on the table


    when Evander came out of the bedroom.


    He was d in a brown suit, and his hair was meticulouslybed. It seemed like he had an important


    meeting to attend.


    Evander walked into the dining room, picked up a piece of toast, and thered jam on it. He said, “I


    have work in the morning. If you feel bored, you can call Francesca and get her toe over and keep


    youpany.”


    “It’s okay. I’ll be fine.” ncing at Evander, Angeline hesitated for a moment before adding, “Actually, I


    invited Jacob over today.”


    She was worried Evander might get upset, so she had been putting off telling him.


    As expected, his face immediately clouded over like the gloomy sky before a thunderstorm.


    “Why?” he asked brusquely.


    Sipping her milk, she liked the milk mustache off the corners of her lips and exined solemnly, “I need


    his help to go live and promote beauty kits. He’s currently the most popr up-anding celebrity in


    the entertainment industry. His fans would definitely snap up the items as long as he makes an


    appearance.”


    At present, she was not in a state suitable for live streaming. Hence, she could only rely on others to


    help her build up hype for her sales.


    Jacob was the best fit for the job.


    “Since you’ve already made your decision, why are you asking for my opinion?”


    Evander’s voice still sounded gloomy. Angeline’s exnation did not lift his mood in the slightest.


    Afraid that he would misunderstand her intention, Angeline continued exining, “I know there’s some


    misunderstanding between you and Jacob, but he’s a kind and sincere man. He’s not a bad person—”


    Before she could even finish speaking, Evander mmed the ss of milk in his hand on the table, his


    expression as cold as ice.


    “Do as you please. I’ll be leaving.”


    Evander got up and left without another word.


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    Watching him leave, Angeline was inundated with puzzlement. She didn’t understand why Evander


    hated Jacob so much when thetter hadn’t done anything wrong.


    The mere mention of Jacob’s name would set him off.


    Unfortunately, the sumptuous breakfast she had gotten up early to prepare was barely touched.


    Overwhelmed with aggrievement, she lost her appetite. She then cleaned the table and went back to


    her room.


    Meanwhile, at the Yiurk residence, Lilian informed Joseline of the information she had found out.


    “Mrs. Yiurk, everything is sorted out. Even the doctors said that there is no cure. Angeline is done for.”


    Joseline was barely able to conceal her glee when she received the good news from Lillian early that


    morning.


    She stood up and went to open the windows, taking in the fresh air. An indescribable feeling of relief


    rose within her heart.


    Angeline will not be able tomand Hanson’s attention now that her face is ruined!


    “Mr. Yiurk, where are you going this early in the morning? Are you not staying for breakfast?”


    The housekeeper’s anxious voice sounded from the living room.


    Frowning, Joseline hurried downstairs, and she promptly lostposure when she saw Hanson towing


    his suitcase without looking back.


    “Are you really leaving? We haven’t even had the weing party for our child yet!”


    Hanson turned around and regarded her coldly as if he were looking at a stranger.


    “There are plenty of people who can take care of you. You don’t need me to be here.”


    He waspletely unfazed by the mention of their child.


    Joseline staggered when she heard his emotionless words. She gripped the railing tightly with a look of


    utter destion in her eyes.


    I don’t understand. Why does he continue to treat me so coldly? From the moment the child was born,


    he has never paid attention to the baby. He doesn’t seem happy to be a father at all. Nor did he


    show the slightest hint of concern for me.


    Only then did Joseline realize emotional abuse brought so much more despair than a divorce.


    “Hanson, I know you still have feelings for Angeline and you’re still hoping to get back together with her.


    But do you know that she’s been disfigured? Would you still love her when she has red rashes all over


    her face?” Joseline shouted at Hanson, losing control over her emotions. Her face contorted with


    hatred, and she could no longer remain calm.


    “What did you just say?”


    Hanson’s expression went taut.


    At that sight, Joseline was overwhelmed with desperation.