Just as she said that, steady footsteps approached them from behind.
Mnie did not want to turn around, but there was that familiar smell of pine in <b>the </b>air. Mnie’s sense of smell was exceptionally sensitive during her pregnancy,
A shadow fell over her. Eugene looked down at Mnie, his initially calm eyes rippling like the surface of a pond after a single stone was tossed into it.
However, the faint ripples quickly faded again<b>. </b>
“I was just telling Mnie I’m here to buy something for the engagement, and here you are. Right on cue.” Evelyn’s amused chirp interrupted Eugene’s thoughts.
Only then did he look up. His gaze was indifferent, and his tone was emotionless<b>. </b><b>“</b><b>If </b>you’re done with your shopping, <b>I’ll </b>get Lee to send you back. I still have work to <b>deal </b>with at thepany<b>.</b><b>” </b>
Just then, Lee approached them with <b>a </b><b>briefcase </b>in hand. It showed that Eugene had probably just finished a meeting with a client.
Evelyn’s expression stiffened. Her chest heaved as if she was holding back some emotion. She practically gritted her <b>teeth </b>and said, “I can’t possibly buy everything <b>so </b>quickly. Our engagement only happens once in <b>a </b>lifetime<b>, </b>so we <b>have </b>to be really care with the things we choose.
“Besides, aren’t you going to pick them out <b>with </b>me? After all<b>, </b>the <b>two </b><b>of </b>us are getting engaged. I want to take this seriously.”
Without giving Eugene <b>à </b>chance <b>to </b><b>speak</b><b>, </b>she turned <b>back </b>to Mnie. “By the way<b>, </b>Mnie, your father came to Jepton looking for you earlier. Did you see him?”
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Evelyn let out a half–sigh<b>. </b><b>“</b>Come to think <b>of </b><b>it</b>, it was my mother who bought your father the ne ticket.”
She worded it vaguely, but <b>once </b>she mentioned Peyton, Mnie understood what she meant.
She wanted to <b>use </b>Howard’s devotion to <b>Peyton </b>to mock her.
Mnie looked up at her calmly. “Looks like Howard and your mother are getting along nicely. Are <b>you </b>going <b>to </b>call him Dad soon? In <b>that </b>case<b>, </b>congrattions <b>in </b>advance<b>.</b>”
Their eyes met and they held each <b>other’s </b>gazes for three seconds. Finally, Mnie looked away indifferently and said softly, <b>“</b>I’m not in the mood to eat anymore. Let’s <b>go </b>back.<b>” </b>
Evelyn looked at Mnie<b>, </b><b>her </b>expression contorting with anger for a moment <b>as </b>Mnie casually
turned <b>to </b><b>leave</b>.
Evelyn watched her <b>leave</b><b>, </b>her manicured <b>nails </b>digging deep into her palms.
She still could not ept Howard and Peyton’s rtionship. She had only brought it up to mock Mnie<b>, </b>but unexpectedly, Mnie did not seem to care at <b>all</b>.
Evelyn could not help but look up at Eugene, only to realize that he had already walked away. Only Lee was left standing where he was, looking at her respectfully. “Miss Shue, I’ll take you back to the Scotts ‘ residence.”
Meanwhile, Mnie and Yvonne left the building. Neither of them had any appetite left.
Yvonne told Mnie to wait for her outside while she brought the car out from the basement. As soon as she left, however, another figure approached Mnie.
Eugene frowned slightly. He stopped in front of Mnie and said in a low voice, “Mnie.”
Mnie lifted her eyelids. Her eyes were cold.
The instinctive wariness in her eyes made Eugene stiffen. His <b>fingers </b>clenched into fists, and he lowered his gaze. Mnie was <b>the </b>only thing reflected in his <b>deep </b><b>eyes</b>.
His Adam’s apple bobbed slightly, and <b>the </b><b>corners </b><b>of </b>his lips pursed imperceptibly<b>, </b>as if he had something to say.
“You’re in my way.” However, before he could speak<b>, </b>Mnie chased him away indifferently.
Eugene was a little over six <b>feet </b><b>tall</b>, with broad shoulders and <b>a </b><b>narrow </b>waist. He stood in front of Mnie, his body almost blocking her <bpletely </b>from view.
He looked at Mnie, his frown deepening<b>. </b>“I have something to tell <b>you</b>. The day you <b>were </b>at the hospital-”
Before he could finish speaking, Mnie looked up. The coldness <b>in </b>her eyes was like a knife to his
heart.
He stopped abruptly. After a moment, <b>he </b>said quietly<b>, </b><b>“</b><b>I </b><b>just </b>think there’s something wrong with the medical report. I suggest <b>you </b>do it again.<b>” </b>