Chapter 523: 193: Uncontrollable Fondness! _3
Opening the door to the private room, there was a long corridor. Following this corridor, there was an open-air garden in the sky.
It was early summer, the breeze was gentle, and various flowers in the garden were in full bloom.
As soon as Edward Thompson stepped into the garden, he spotted a graceful figure.
The woman was leaning against the railing, accentuating her waistline, holding a cigarette in her hand. The smoke partially obscured her stunning beauty.
Edward’s heartbeat began to quicken.
He touched his face, grateful that he was wearing a mask today.
Otherwise, how could he explain the scar on his face?
As he was about to speak, Evelyn turned her head and smiled, “Oh, Emperor Thompson! What a coincidence!”
“Yeah, what a coincidence.”
Facing Evelyn, Edward didn’t even dare to look into her eyes.
Evelyn walked up to him step by step, “Emperor Thompson, have you done something guilty?”
“If not, then why don’t you dare to look into my eyes?” Evelyn smiled and asked.
Edward raised his head to look at Evelyn, but as soon as their gazes met, he reflexively lowered his head again.
Evelyn let out a soft laugh.
“Is my makeup too heavy?” Evelyn continued, “I’ve seen your interview before, Emperor Thompson, don’t you dislike flashy women?”
That was an interview before he met Evelyn.
Hearing this, Edward immediately explained, “Za-Za, you misunderstood. I’ve never disliked flashy women!”
“So,” Evelyn exhaled a puff of smoke, looking at Edward, “Can I take it that the great Emperor Thompson likes me?”
At this, Edward’s face turned red instantly.
Just as he was pondering how to respond to Evelyn…
Evelyn laughed, “Don’t be nervous, Emperor Thompson. It’s just a joke.”
With that, Evelyn checked her watch, “I have another appointment, I should go.”
Evelyn then turned and left.
Watching Evelyn’s retreating figure, Edward felt a mix of emotions.
Who was Evelyn going to meet?
Was it her boyfriend?
Edward took a deep breath.
He couldn’t deny that he liked Evelyn very much.
But he didn’t dare to confess his feelings.
In front of Evelyn, he couldn’t even utter a complete sentence.
After two days in the hospital, Rachel Barton completed the discharge formalities.
Dolores Frieman had to work today.
Delia Frieman, who had a day off, came to pick her up.
Delia brought her a coat, “Rachel, taking care of your body during your postpartum period is crucial for a woman. You mustn’t hurt yourself during this time. Here, put on this coat.”
Rachel looked at the sun outside, “Delia, I don’t think I need to wear it today, right?”
The temperature was quite high.
“Just put it on. If you feel hot, just take it off.” Delia draped the coat over Rachel’s shoulders, “Listening to experienced people is always right.”
Rachel nodded her head.
As the two were talking, they walked toward the exit of the hospital.
At this moment, a surprised voice echoed through the air, “Rachel Barton!”
Rachel looked up and saw Flora Tiarks walking towards her, accompanied by a tall and straight figure.
Handsome features were fully exposed under the sunlight.
His skin was very white, tinged with a cold hue.
It was impossible not to take a few extra glances.
Seeing Mr. White at this time, Rachel felt both guilty and delighted.
She was different from before.
“Little Zi.” Rachel smiled and looked up at Flora.
Then she greeted Mr. White, “Mr. White.”
Every time Rachel saw Mr. White, she would think of that idiom.
A gentleman like jade.
Flora asked with concern, “Rachel, why are you at the hospital? Are you okay?”
“I’m fine.” Rachel smiled and answered, “I just had a fever. The doctor prescribed some medicine.”
She couldn’t let Flora know about her abortion.
“As long as you are okay,” With that, Flora looked at Delia and asked, “Who is this lady?”
Rachel introduced her, “This is a sister from my village.” Then she looked at Delia and continued, “Delia, this is my good friend Flora Tiarks. This is Flora’s uncle, Mr. White.”
A sister from the village?
Hearing this, Delia felt a bit uncomfortable.
She used to work in a profession that was frowned upon,