Eleven Years All to the Wrong Man novel Chapter 48

Go back to the room?

It was only ten. Why go back to the room so early?

Emma ignored him and continued watching her show.

Mrs. Alvarez could already tell something was off. After Evan went upstairs to the bedroom, she walked over to Emma, flustered, and whispered, “Ma’am, the master doesn’t look well. Perhaps you should go check on him?”

He doesn’t look well?

Emma glanced up at the second floor skeptically before looking away. “Don’t worry about him. Just let him be.”

If he was in a bad mood, what did that have to do with her? She hadn't done anything to provoke him recently. If anyone had upset him, it was probably his little mistress.

Since Emma had said as much, Mrs. Alvarez felt it wasn’t her place to interfere in their marital issues. She just murmured, “Alright,” and returned to the kitchen.

After finishing a full episode, Emma saw that it was ten-forty. Recalling the doctor’s advice to be in bed by eleven every night, she took her empty soup bowl to the kitchen, washed up, and then went upstairs to the bedroom.

When she entered the room, she didn’t see Evan at first.

It wasn’t until she got into bed and pulled the covers up that she noticed the bedroom curtains weren’t fully drawn. Through a small gap, she saw Evan standing on the balcony with his back to her, smoking.

Smoking this late.

She thought about it but didn’t say a word. She turned off the bedside lamp and went to sleep.

The IV fluids she’d had that day had left her feeling a bit wired and unable to sleep, so she lay there with her eyes closed, her mind racing.

Suddenly, the glass door to the balcony was yanked open, and a blast of cold, howling wind flooded in like a tidal wave. The room, which had been warm just a moment ago, was instantly plunged into a biting chill.

Emma opened her eyes and looked irritably at the figure standing on the balcony. “What the hell is wrong with you? Close the door, it’s freezing!”

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