Evan retracted his hand, his gaze calm as he watched the woman in the corner, who was tucking her hair back and speaking softly into the phone.
His expression was placid, and when she turned to look at him, he immediately curved his lips into a smile.
Emma listened to the person on the phone, glanced at Evan one last time, then looked away.
“Yes, I know. I’ll think about it seriously. Thank you, Mr. Allen.”
The call was from Nathan. He was calling about her test results and had also subtly inquired about her decision regarding the pregnancy and a possible termination.
Emma had already made up her mind, but when Nathan asked, she still said she needed more time to think.
After hanging up, she returned to her seat.
Evan offered her a piece of cut mango on a fork. Mango was her favorite fruit, so she didn’t refuse, taking the fork and eating it.
“What was that about? Who was on the phone?”
She had barely chewed the fruit a few times when Evan offered her another piece, a smile on his face as he asked the question in a casual, conversational tone.
Emma abruptly stopped chewing. Her gaze, which had been fixed on the coffee table, slowly shifted to meet the eyes of the man beside her.
“What’s the matter? Is there a problem?”
Her tone was icy, and she stared at him without blinking.
Evan smiled. Seeing that Emma was ignoring the mango he offered, he didn't press the issue. He pulled his hand back, placed the fruit back on the plate, and said with a faint smile, “It’s nothing. I was just asking. If you don’t want to talk about it, that’s fine.”
*Hmph. Just asking.*
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