Evelyn Clayton’s words were naturally a test.
After she finished speaking, she calmly stared at James Grant, her probing gaze flickered with subtlety.
Evelyn was very curious.
If James knew that she was truly carrying a child, what would his reaction be?
Would he become even more excessive, imprisoning her?
Upon hearing Evelyn’s words, James’s heart skipped a beat.
If there really was a child between them, perhaps many things could silently resolve themselves.
James suppressed the hope in his eyes, raised his hand, and gently caressed Evelyn’s brows and eyes with his fingertips.
His voice was low, almost a whisper, "Why would you have such a dream?"
"How would I know," Evelyn scoffed lightly, her expression devoid of any joy or sorrow, indifferent as if void of emotions, "Are you scared? If I were pregnant."
"Why would I be scared?" James almost responded without thinking, "I couldn’t ask for more."
The light-hearted words slowly sank Evelyn’s heart into an abyss.
She pressed her lips together and remained silent.
However, it seemed as if James had come to some realization, his expression turning serene and broad, "What you said last night, I agree to it."
Evelyn was momentarily startled before realizing what James meant.
"From now on, I will give you a certain degree of freedom, and I will arrange for you to meet with Yara Reagan." James spoke with an unfamiliar gentleness compared to before, "I won’t monitor what you talk about, but—Evelyn, consider staying with me. Once I’m done with the matters at hand, we’ll get married."
This notification, rather than a discussion, instantly magnified the fear in Evelyn’s heart, almost to a devouring extent.
"My surname is Clayton." Evelyn looked at James, forcing herself to calm down, "Harrison Grant would never agree to you marrying me. During those two months when you were searching for me, haven’t you figured things out?"
Evelyn believed that James had long known what she was doing, but in recent days, apart from today, they mostly had confrontations and never talked about it.
Yet in such circumstances, James could still say such things.
If it weren’t for James’s calm and steady demeanor, Evelyn would almost think James was crazy.
James gazed at Evelyn for a long time, eventually pulling her into his arms.
"I know. It’s precisely because I know that I want to marry you."
"Marry me, and I will handle everything properly, sparing you any more suffering and pain. You only need to be Mrs. Grant, standing by my side."
Almost like a proposal, yet it left Evelyn chilled to the core.
Her pursuit had never been to become someone’s wife or to be a devoted partner.
Even if she hadn’t decided to seek revenge for her father and find the real culprit who led to her father’s death, she never wanted to be the woman behind someone.
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So she suppressed her discomfort, her long lashes fluttering slightly downwards, and softly said, "Let me think about this matter carefully."
James’s eyes flickered with a hint of gratified joy.
Since Evelyn did not outright reject him, everything could be negotiated.
If Evelyn were willing to stay obediently by his side, he could let go of past grudges and offer her everything good before him.
"Do you want to sleep a bit longer?" James kissed Evelyn’s forehead, his tone indulgent and pampering, "If you don’t want to sleep, then get up. Today, I’m having a doctor come to give you a full physical examination."