The small night-light cast a dim, warm glow.
She thought about Evan’s idea to go back to Riverside Millford. Now that she was alone in the room, memories of her past there began to surface. She remembered their bickering when they were younger, just like moments ago. Whenever she couldn’t win an argument with Evan, she would get frustrated and find some way to get back at him. Only after she’d successfully annoyed him too would her own anger finally subside.
Evan went downstairs, a pile of clothes in his arms.
When Mrs. Alvarez came out of the kitchen and saw him, she was startled, thinking the young couple had another big fight. Worried her good intentions had backfired, she asked nervously, “Sir, is... is everything alright between you and Mrs. Cooper?”
“We’re fine, Mrs. Alvarez. Nothing’s wrong.”
Evan placed the clothes on the sofa and explained with a smile, “The holidays are coming up. I’m planning to take Emma back to our hometown for a visit. I didn’t want to disturb her rest, so I brought my clothes down here to pack.”
“Oh... I see...”
Mrs. Alvarez came over, took the clothes from Evan, and started to sort them. “You go on and rest, sir. I can take care of the packing.”
“Alright, thank you, Mrs. Alvarez.”
Evan didn’t refuse. He left the clothes with her and went back upstairs.
He returned to the room to grab his pajamas. He’d intended to take a shower in the master bathroom, but looking at the figure on the bed, he remembered she was pregnant and shouldn't get upset. So, he just grabbed his pajamas and said, “I’ll sleep in the guest room tonight. If you need anything, just call me. Anytime.”
Emma kept her eyes closed, pretending not to hear.
Seeing her reaction, Evan stood there silently for another moment before quietly letting himself out.
She slept soundly, without dreaming.
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