Franklin and Violet didn’t ask further questions.
Before leaving, Evelyn mentioned the loan matter briefly to Violet.
Evelyn didn’t explain too much, just said she wanted to acquire some company shares and asked if Violet was interested. If not, she could consider it as lending her money.
Violet seemed indifferent but readily agreed to fund Evelyn.
For Violet’s extraordinary trust, Evelyn felt somewhat touched.
She even received the transfer from Violet just as she got home.
While calculating what to do next after acquiring Charlotte Sterling’s shares, the doorbell suddenly rang.
Iris rushed faster than her, "I’ll get it!"
She dashed to the door, opened it, and was surprised to widen her eyes.
Then her expression darkened slightly, "James Grant?! What are you doing here?"
James Grant was also momentarily stunned, then spoke with no politeness, "Why are you here?"
When Evelyn arrived, the two had already been silently confronting each other for a while.
"James Grant, what are you doing here?" Evelyn pulled Iris’s arm, signaling her to not be nervous.
Iris swept a suspicious glance at James Grant, her eyes filled with caution.
James Grant couldn’t be bothered with her, he stared directly at Evelyn and spoke without hesitation, "I miss you."
Evelyn almost got goosebumps, holding back the heat on her cheek, and said coldly, "Director Grant, did all the things I said to you before go in vain?"
James Grant gazed at Evelyn, "Haven’t you been following the news lately? I’ve already... left the Grant Family."
"So?" Evelyn held her patience, suddenly remembered the call James didn’t answer that day, and her heart hardened a bit, "What does that have to do with me?"
Saying this, she was about to close the door.
James quickly held onto the door.
He stared at Evelyn steadily, his voice was a bit hoarse, "That day, I saw it. You called me... You were worried about me, weren’t you?"
Evelyn’s heart skipped a beat, her mind blank for a brief moment, not knowing what to say.
James, like pressing his advantage, with an unspeakable expression on his handsome face, seemed both weak and sad.
He lowered his eyelids, his voice deep and slightly hoarse, "I’ve been having a lot going on recently, so I couldn’t contact you... May I come in to sit? I just want to talk to you."
During Evelyn’s moment of hesitation, Iris stared at James, unable to bear it any longer.
Why does she feel this guy came deliberately to play the sympathy card?!
Isn’t it to elicit Evelyn’s compassion!
Iris was fuming, just about to say something, but was frightened into silence by James’ cold gaze.
Evelyn didn’t notice the silent turbulence between them, looked at James’s despondent appearance, and ultimately put down her hand against the door without a word, making a space.
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Like a weary bird returning to the forest, James entered naturally, changed shoes, and softly asked, "Evelyn, did you eat dinner tonight? If not, I’ll cook for you."
Evelyn just wanted to refuse, remembered Iris had been at home all day and might not have eaten either, so she said, "Never mind, Iris hasn’t eaten, I’ll order delivery."
James glanced at Iris.
Iris had a provocative expression, raised her eyebrows at him.
"I cooked dinner!" Iris announced proudly, running to the thermal cabinet to take out the already prepared meal, "I was waiting for you to come back to eat!"
She served two bowls of rice, reluctantly picked up three pairs of chopsticks.
Sitting down at the table, Iris smiled mischievously, "Sorry, Director Grant, my rice is cooked just right, none for you, oh."