When she saw Evan come back, she was first stunned, then got up and went to the kitchen. When she came out again, she had an extra bowl of spaghetti in her hand.
She placed the bowl on the seat opposite her, then sat down to continue eating.
Evan coming back this early meant he hadn’t eaten yet. Luckily, she had cooked a bit more for dinner, so there was enough.
Evan didn’t say anything, washed his hands, and sat down to eat.
After they finished eating, he started cleaning up the dishes. Sophia didn’t fight him for the chore and went back to her room first.
She was contemplating how to bring up the subject of divorce when there was a knock on the door.
She opened it to find Evan standing there.
"Do you need something?" she asked.
"Yes."
He pulled a document from behind him and handed it to her. "Meet you at the state court next friday, 9 AM."
Sophia looked down, her eyes widening suddenly.
A divorce agreement!
Staring at the bold letters on the document, Sophia felt paralyzed with shock.
She hadn’t expected that before she could even bring it up, he would hand her a divorce agreement.
Sophia, who had longed for this divorce, suddenly didn’t want it anymore when she had the agreement in her hands.
The inexplicable sense of loss left her at a loss for what to do.
She wanted to say something to Evan, but he had already returned to his room.
Not one to dwell on things, Sophia glanced over the contents of the agreement, then shoved it into a drawer and went to bed.
The next day, Sophia got up and found that Evan hadn’t made breakfast as usual.
The door to the guest room was open, and she pretended to walk past casually, then stopped in her tracks.
She had cleaned Evan’s room before and knew where he kept his things, but now those things were no longer in their places.
Realizing something, Sophia walked into the room and opened the closet. Half of his clothes were gone.
She stood there as if struck by lightning, feeling as though something was squeezing her heart, making it hard to breathe.
After a while, she pulled herself together, grabbed her bag, and left the house.
Walking down the street, Sophia couldn’t understand her inexplicable feelings. After all, she had asked for the divorce. Now that it was happening, why didn’t she feel happy?
Thinking about this, she decided to see a psychologist.
The city’s only psychological clinic was at the F hospital, so Sophia took a taxi there.
At the hospital entrance, she ran into Charlotte.
Seeing Sophia, Charlotte was also stunned.
"Miss Lancaster, are you here to see Evan?"
Sophia frowned, "Miss Grant, can’t you call me Mrs. Hunter or Ms. Lancaster?"
Charlotte was taken aback, then smiled, "Sorry, I’ll remember next time. Are you here to see Evan?"
"No comment."
Sophia had an instinctive dislike for this person and didn’t want to talk to her. She walked away.
"Did you and Evan have a fight?"
Sophia paused and heard Charlotte continue, "If you hadn’t fought, Evan wouldn’t be staying in the staff dormitory. Sophia, I don’t know what happened between you two, but thank you for giving me the chance to take care of him."
A surge of anger shot through Sophia’s heart. She turned around, her gaze icy.
"Miss Grant, I don’t know what you’re thinking, but I advise you not to provoke me. Even the most patient person can lose their temper."
Charlotte’s face turned pale.
Sophia continued, "I don’t know where you get your confidence, thinking you can take care of Evan. But if you do have that ability, I’ll genuinely admire you."
Even though Evan hadn’t said many caring words to her in the past six months, he had been kind to her compared to other women.
At least he hadn’t caused her trouble because of other women.
Charlotte forced an awkward smile, "You misunderstand. We’re just colleagues, nothing more."
"Good. I hope you two remain just colleagues."
With that, Sophia turned and left.
This Charlotte only dared to flaunt because she worked with Evan.
Let her flaunt. If Evan really liked her, something would’ve happened in the past two years they worked together. Why bother marrying her?
Charlotte was just testing her.
Already in a bad mood, Sophia felt even worse.
Finally, her turn came. Sophia explained her problem to the psychologist, who asked a few questions before suddenly smiling.
"Miss, have you ever been in a relationship?"
Sophia thought seriously, "Does a crush count?"
"Haha, you’re funny!"
Seeing the doctor laugh, Sophia felt unsure, "Doctor, am I mentally ill?"
The doctor shook his head, "You have no problem at all."
Having encountered all sorts of psychological issues, this was the first time the doctor had seen a case like Sophia’s.
This wasn’t mental illness, it was a matter of feelings.
"Really no problem? But why..."
"Miss, it’s a matter of feelings. You like him."
"Like?"
"Yes. Silly girl, you don’t realize you like him, so you’re conflicted. Go confess, I wish you two the best."
...
Leaving the hospital, Sophia felt like she was floating along the way.
She had never been in a real relationship. Hearing the doctor’s explanation, even she found it unbelievable.
According to the doctor, she liked Evan?
Realizing this, Sophia frowned.
She finally understood why she’d been troubled, but now there was a new problem. He didn’t like her.
Otherwise, why would he hand her a divorce agreement?
Just then, she glanced up and saw Evan’s car across the street.
He got out of the driver’s seat, opened the back door, and let Charlotte in. Then he got back in and drove away.
Sophia felt a sting in her eyes.
He was with Charlotte...
Remembering what Charlotte said in the morning, Sophia’s heart ached.
Could it be true that Evan had moved to the staff dormitory and let Charlotte take care of him?
If so, her words this morning were a joke.
She took out her phone to call Evan and tried to ask him, but she couldn’t press the dial button.
After a long time, she put her phone away and walked off casually.
In Evan’s car, Charlotte looked smug.
