Charlotte didn’t move. "No, Evan specifically asked me to bring it to him. You..."
"Do you know where he likes to keep his watch?"
Charlotte smiled. "In this office, the only place for a watch is the drawer, so it must be in..."
Before she could finish, Sophia had already taken the watch from Evan’s white coat hanging nearby.
Without another word to Charlotte, Sophia put the watch in her pocket and turned to leave.
"Sophia, wait."
"Anything else?"
Charlotte walked up to her, looking very serious. "Sophia, what will it take for you to leave Evan? He’s so meticulous about his work, but he’s been distracted. If it weren’t for your fights, he wouldn’t be making mistakes like this."
Sophia laughed, irritated. "Miss Grant, are you joking? In what capacity are you saying these things to me?"
"Of course, as a colleague of Evan’s."
"Oh? For a moment, I almost thought you were acting as his wife, trying to force me, the mistress, to leave." With that, she let out a cold laugh and continued walking.
Why do some people not understand their place?
If Charlotte could talk to her properly, Sophia might even think a bit more highly of her.
As Sophia was heading to find Evan, he appeared from the other direction, striding quickly toward her.
"Why didn’t you stay in the office?"
Sophia glared at him. "I didn’t dare stay longer. If I did, I might have been mistaken for a mistress."
Sensing something was off in her tone, Evan’s eyes darkened as he took her hand and walked on. "The surgery is over, and the patient’s family has been contacted."
"Really? That’s great!"
To be honest, she hadn’t been scared at the moment, but thinking back on it, she was a bit frightened. It was a fire scene, and if the flames had spread any faster, she wouldn’t have been able to save anyone, let alone herself.
She sneaked a glance at Evan.
Noticing her gaze, he slightly turned his head. "What?"
Sophia shook her head. "Can you take me home later?" After a pause, she added, "To my parents' home."
Evan gave her a deep look but said nothing.
After checking on their injured neighbor and making sure she was okay, Sophia waited until her family arrived before leaving.
Evan left with her.
In the car, Sophia noticed Evan wasn’t heading in the direction of her parents home and frowned. "Where are you taking me?"
"Home."
"This isn’t the way home."
"To my parents’ place."
Sophia immediately refused. "I don’t want to go there. Evan, don’t forget what you said when you left last night."
Their issues were still unresolved, and she couldn’t face his parents yet.
Evan glanced at her. "Where do you want to go?"
She breathed a sigh of relief and pointed to a nearby hotel. "Just drop me off there."
Going home wasn’t an option until it was cleaned up, but she didn’t want to stay at either of their parents' houses. She needed some quiet to think.
Evan didn’t argue, stopping at the hotel and checking her in.
However, when she entered the elevator, he followed her in.
"Aren’t you going to work?"
He pressed the floor button and said calmly, "I’m off today."
"Oh~"
Once they reached the room, Sophia thought he would leave, but he followed her inside and sat on the sofa.
Sophia wanted to say something but then decided to use the opportunity to talk things out. She sat across from him.
As soon as she sat down, he spoke.
"Did you bring the divorce agreement?"
Sophia was stunned.
"The divorce agreement I gave you the other day."
Sophia couldn’t describe how she felt.
She had been the one begging Evan for a divorce, but now that it was happening, she realized she didn’t want it at all.
But how could she let him know she didn’t want a divorce?
Should she just tell him she regretted it?
Sophia was deeply conflicted.
Seeing her silence, Evan waited patiently.
Finally, she spoke.
"The divorce agreement... got burned."
Yes, the divorce agreement was destroyed in the fire.
Evan was taken aback but then nodded. "I see. Wait here. I’ll be right back."
He stood up and walked to the door, but she grabbed his sleeve before he could leave.
Looking down, he saw her holding onto his sleeve, her head bowed. "Evan, I... I don’t want to divorce you. Please... don’t leave me."
The room fell into a deathly silence.
Biting her lip, Sophia thought, I’ve already made a fool of myself. What’s a little more? Summoning her courage, she lifted her head.
"Evan, I like you. I don’t want a divorce. I... I regret it."
Evan remained silent, simply watching her.
Sophia, consumed by her own nervousness, didn’t notice the flashes of joy in his eyes.
Not hearing a response, Sophia felt like crying.
Just as she was about to speak again, Evan finally asked.
"When?"
"What?"
"When did you start liking me?"
Sophia paused.
She genuinely thought about it but couldn’t pinpoint a specific moment.
In truth, she didn’t have many male friends and didn’t watch many cheesy dramas, so she didn’t know what it felt like to like someone.
But now, she understood.
"I don’t know when I started liking you. I just know that seeing you with another woman makes me unhappy. I went to see a psychologist and realized I like you."
A psychologist?
Evan rubbed his throbbing temples, feeling both amused and exasperated.
She needed a psychologist to tell her she liked him?
How clueless could she be?
Seeing he still wasn’t speaking, Sophia decided to go all in.
"Who cares when I started liking you? The point is, I like you now. Evan, I won’t divorce you. Even if you don’t want me, I won’t divorce you."
Seeing her determined face, Evan’s heart softened. He reached out and ruffled her hair. "I never really wanted to divorce you."
She was his beloved, and he couldn’t easily let her go.
Like her, even if she didn’t love him, he wouldn’t divorce her.
Now it was Sophia’s turn to be speechless.
