Earlier, she had seen Sophia come out of the hospital, so she deliberately left the car door closed, forcing Evan to get out and open it for her, aiming to make Sophia misunderstand.
Luckily, Sophia saw it.
However, she was sure Evan hadn’t seen Sophia; otherwise, with his personality, he wouldn’t have done such a thing.
Charlotte glanced at the empty passenger seat and said casually, "Evan, your passenger seat is reserved for your wife, right? You two must be very close."
Evan didn’t look at her, "Mm."
Charlotte continued, "Oh, by the way, I forgot to tell you. I saw your wife at the hospital this morning. Is she feeling unwell?"
Evan’s brows furrowed slightly.
She’s unwell?
He had left home early at dawn and hadn’t seen her today.
With him not at home, she would have no one to take care of her if she was sick.
Thinking this, Evan pulled over at the next intersection and said to Charlotte, "You can go back by yourself."
Charlotte looked at him in disbelief, "Aren’t you going to the dormitory?"
"I have something to handle."
His tone was decisive. To maintain her image, Charlotte didn’t argue.
After getting out of the car, she didn’t leave until Evan turned the corner and disappeared from view.
That road led to his home...
Sophia returned home, took a shower, and was applying ointment while wearing her nightgown.
It had been two days since she got the injury, and it still hurt.
As she applied the ointment, she cursed Evan silently. He looked like a gentleman, but he was actually a beast!
Suddenly, there was a loud "bang" from the front door closing.
Sophia was startled, her first thought being that a thief had broken in.
Debating whether to put on pants or hide, the bedroom door swung open, and Evan’s face appeared without warning.
Sophia was so scared she froze.
Evan walked over with a blank expression, raised his hand to touch her forehead, and, confirming she didn’t have a fever, sighed in relief.
His gaze fell on the ointment in her hand, and he frowned, "Where are you hurt?"
Sophia’s senses returned, and she quickly hid the ointment under the covers, grateful she had just pulled down her nightgown. Otherwise,she would be embarassed
Seeing that she wasn’t answering, Evan snatched the ointment from her hand. Sophia tried to grab it back but was too late.
Seeing the words on the ointment tube, Evan paused, then calmly lifted her skirt, acting as if it were a routine matter. "Lie down, I’ll apply it for you."
Sophia: "!!!"
Do you know what you’re saying?
It took her a while to find her voice, "It’s just a mosquito bite. I can apply it myself."
A mosquito?
Evan’s face turned dark.
She really dared to say that!
Besides, this ointment wasn’t for mosquito bites. As a doctor, how could he not know?
Sophia was puzzled. Seeing him silent, she moved to pull the covers over herself.
It was broad daylight; even if he dared to apply it, she didn’t have the nerve to let him.
But before she could react, he scooped her up in a bridal carry and swiftly lifted her skirt...
Sophia’s face flushed bright red, reaching her ears and neck.
If there were a hole in the ground, she would have crawled into it.
"No, it’s fine. I’ll do it myself."
She tried to struggle, but her efforts were useless against Dr. Hunter. In the end, she resigned herself to covering her face while he applied the ointment.
What she didn’t know was that Dr. Hunter was also struggling.
Other patients were just models to him, but facing his own wife, all rationality flew out the window.
By the time he finished applying the ointment, his back was damp with sweat.
He handed her the ointment and turned to leave without a word.
A moment later, Sophia heard the door close.
Sophia: "???"
What was that about?
Did he come back just to apply ointment?
Or did he forget why he came back after applying it?
Unable to figure it out, Sophia decided not to think about it anymore.
She put on her pants, locked her bedroom door, and lay down for a nap.
Ding~
A message came in. Sophia opened it, and her face turned redder than before.
"I’ll apply the ointment for you tonight."
Sophia stared at the message for a long time before throwing her phone aside and burying her head under the covers.
After a while, a muffled voice came from under the blanket, "Pervert!"
Downstairs, Evan was staring at the sent message in a daze.
He sent it because he thought Sophia might not apply the ointment herself, so he wanted to help.
The ointment was effective, usually working in a day, but it had been two or three days, and her injury hadn’t healed.
Of course, Dr. Hunter didn’t realize how rough he had been that night or how badly she was hurt.
However, after sending the message, Evan regretted it.
Reading it again, it did seem a bit inappropriate.
In the evening, after dinner, Sophia sat on the couch waiting for Evan to come home.
Calmed down, she had thought it through.
Evan helping her with the ointment might be his way of apologizing, considering the injury was his doing.
Even though he had given her a divorce agreement, they needed to talk things through.
At 8:30 PM, Evan came home.
She noticed he didn’t bring any luggage.
Evan walked in and saw Sophia sitting on the couch, still in her regular clothes. He paused slightly before walking over.
"Go take a shower."
Sophia didn’t move, her face expressionless, "Evan, can we talk?"
Seeing her serious eyes, Evan nodded and sat down across from her.
"What do you want to talk about?"
Evan’s straightforward response caught Sophia off guard.
She quickly composed herself and said, "I saw Charlotte today. She seems quite fond of you."
Evan frowned.
Sophia continued, "You were so quick to agree to a divorce. Is it because of her?"
Before Evan could respond, Sophia added, "She’s pretty, you’re colleagues, and she clearly likes you. If you two end up together, she’ll surely treat you well."
"Sophia, do you know what you’re saying?" Evan asked in a deep voice.
Sophia nodded seriously, "I do. I’m trying to make things easier for you."
Evan felt his calm and self-control, honed over the years, evaporate in an instant.
He stood up, leaned over the coffee table, and got close to her, "Do you know what it means to make things easier? If anything, I should be making things easier for you and Leonard, shouldn’t I?"
