Chapter 290
Evander’s face fell, and he rubbed his chin. “Continue.”
“Joel lost his father when he was five. His sister raised him. They survived on donations from their
fellow vigers. He worked hard and got epted into a design academy while his sister became a
nurse. She was assigned to a hospital in a county.''’
Everything about the siblings'' lives sounded normal up until that point. But then everything changed
when Ss took a file out of his briefcase and handed it to Evander.
“Coincidentally. Joel''s sister is the nurse who... worked with us five years ago.”
A giim look filled Evander’s eyes, and he said solemnly, “So you''re saying this has something to do with
that woman who went intobor back then?”
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“Yes,” answered Ss. “I ran into that nurse once five years ago, and I still remember what she looks
like. That''s Eve.”
A hint of surprise reced the solenmity in Evander’s eyes. If that''s true, then that exins why Joel
wanted to hit me.
Evander slept with a random woman five years ago. It was an ident, and he would swear his life on
it. He had no interest in that woman. All he wanted was to get rid of that baby, so it wouldn''t get in the
way of his life.
The nurse was the only one they bribed. Joel should know what happened and why she was paid. But
then the nurse drove into a river and died in an ident a year before. The cops said there were no
signs of drunk driving or suicide. It was still a mystery until now, so Joel thought Evander was the one
behind this.
The air itself was filled with the scent of tension. A moment of silenceter, Evander said, “Find out the
real reason Eve died and tell Joel I''ll be meeting him.”
There''s something sinister behind Eve''s death. Someone we don''t know has found out what happened
five years ago, and I need to know who the enemy is. I''ve been keeping Floretta safe all these years
and don''t dare to imagine what would happen if her biological mother''s identity were exposed. I''m sorry,
Joel. The most I can do is provide rpense. It won''t bring your sister back, but I hope it''ll help.
Fortunately, Joel was directing all his fury at Evander and only Evander. Angeline was nothing but a
checkpoint for him to get closer to Evander. He wouldn''t hurt her.
With that little problem out of the way, Evander got out of his car and entered the residence. Once
inside the house, he saw a pair of familiar shoes on the shoe rack, and the air was filled with the aroma
of home-cooked food.
A silvery voice came from the kitchen, lending a hint of warmth to the otherwise cold residence. The
frown on Evander’s forehead disappeared, and he felt a surge of warmth enveloping him.
Olivine was in the lounge, watching some TV. “Oh. you''re home, Evander.” She looked delighted to see
him.
“Mm.” Evander resumed his aloof persona and unbuttoned his suit.
Olivine managed to move in only after she pleaded with Valerie. She said she needed to get closer to
Evander since the wedding was drawing nearer. Evander didn''t refuse the proposal, but ever since
Olivine moved in. he almost never came back. Even when he did, he was only there to see Floretta.
Obviously, Evander refused to entertain Olivine, but she ignored it. Quickly, she rose from the couch
and trotted over to him. “Just in time, Evander. It''s almost lunchtime. Go on and take a shower. I picked
up a little trick up from a masseuse. Old Mis. Golding said it''s really grea—?”
“Thanks, but no thanks.” Evander didn''t even look at her. His gaze was fixated on the kitchen, and he
was upset. She must have heard all themotion. So why isn''t Angelineing out?
Olivine noticed where he was staring, and a hint of envy filled her heart, but she kept her smile up as
best she could. “We''re getting married soon, Evander. You really don''t have to hold back. Why don''t we
go to the lounge and have some fruits?”
She was trying to tell him not to pay other women any heed, for they were going to get married soon.
And yet Evander ignored her. Absentmindedly, he said, “You want fruits, you can have them yourself.
Don''t follow me around.”
He held his impatience down and rolled his sleeves up. Then Evander headed straight to the kitchen.
Olivine was frustrated by his indifferent attitude, and now she was surprised that he would go into the
kitchen. “Why are you going into the kitchen? The oily stench is going to stick to your outfit.”
Oh goodness, she''s so annoying! Slowly, Evander turned around and asked, “Because I want to cook.
Would you like to help?”
“I-I don''t know how to deal with food.” A look of contempt welled in her eyes. I''ve never stepped into the
kitchen my whole life.
I expected as much. Evander sneered and entered the kitchen.
Olivine was at a loss for words. A kitchen of all ces? That''s not the kind of ce he should go. And
yet he looks like he knows how to hold his own. D*mn it. He''s not going to the kitchen to cook. He just
wants to see Angeline!
Angeline was kneading her dough and teaching Francesca how to make a cake. Floretta loved the
cakes she made, but she couldn''te over every day. so she thought she should teach someone
how to make them.
The mold was inside the cab above her. She stood on her tiptoe, but she still couldn''t reach it. And
then, the light dimmed for a moment as someone took the mold for her.
Angeline wondered who it was. And then she noticed the subtle scent of sandalwooding off the
man. Surprised, she snapped, “Why are you in the kitchen? Your fiancee is out there. Go to her.”
“I''m here to help. I don''t want everyone calling me an exploitative guy. What if they think I''m using you
as a free cook?” He spoke, his voice sexy as usual. And then Evander ced the mold on the
workstation. “So, what do I need to do?”
Angeline stared right at him, sizing up his shirt and pants. They looked mismatched whenpared to
the backdrop. Someone like him trying to help me? What is he thinking? Well, he is offering, and I won''t
reject a good offer.