Chapter 207

Margaret Hill and Sophia Lowell barely caused a ripple in Evelyn Laurent's heart.

To her, they were nothing but insignificant minnows.

Their instinctive fear when they saw her pleased Evelyn.

She would make sure that fear lasted.

Until the very end of their lives.

Evelyn returned to the private dining room with a glass of juice and placed it gently before Ethan Sullivan.

He looked up, warmth shimmering in his eyes. "Thank you."

"Since when do we stand on ceremony?" Evelyn arched a brow. "I told you not to thank me. So don't."

Her tone was casual, as if stating the obvious.

Ethan's smile deepened as he nodded solemnly.

His Evelyn was always so generous.

She took her seat effortlessly and began eating the food she'd gathered.

She was genuinely hungry.

Ethan stole glances at her between bites.

Evelyn's beauty was flawless from every angle.

She had inherited all the best features from Victoria Langley and Richard Langley.

Those large, expressive eyes. That perfectly sculpted nose.

Her facial proportions were exquisite, her skin like fresh snow.

Even after a decade of rural hardship and manual labor, her complexion remained radiant.

No one would ever believe she'd once been a country girl.

Her hands were soft and smooth, barely a callus in sight.

She carried herself like the pampered heiress she was meant to be.

Waiters arrived with their ordered dishes.

Ethan expertly began grilling the meat.

The first perfectly cooked slice always went to Evelyn.

His movements were graceful and unhurried.

Evelyn didn't lift a finger the entire meal.

Every time she tried to help, Ethan refused.

He'd finally found a chance to care for her—why would he give that up?

A steady stream of grilled meat found its way to Evelyn's plate.

She had a healthy appetite, so Ethan alternated between cooking and eating.

Only after she was satisfied did he focus entirely on serving her.

He even refilled her juice twice.

Thankfully, no acquaintances witnessed this.

They would've been shocked speechless.

Since when did Ethan Sullivan dote on anyone?

Of course, his tenderness was reserved for Evelyn alone.

He wanted to give her the entire world.

"Ah—"

Evelyn drained her glass in one go and exhaled in satisfaction.

Ethan watched her with amusement. "Full?"

"Mhm." She nodded.

She'd eaten more than usual today.

The day's exertions had left her ravenous.

Ethan handed her a napkin. "Shall I take you home?"

"Sure."

They both lived in Beverly Hills—it was on his way.

As they stepped out of the private room, they nearly collided with Margaret and Sophia, who were just leaving.

Ethan's gaze turned icy in an instant.