Eva Miller bumped into a familiar figure at the hospital entrance.
"Brother Johnson!" She ran over excitedly, "You’re here to see Uncle Smith again, huh? He keeps talking about you since you haven’t been here for the past couple of days."
"Really?" Oliver Johnson was a bit surprised, "I’ve been quite busy with work these last couple of days, so I couldn’t visit. What about Miss Smith? Is she not with you?"
"Oh, Sophie Smith...," Eva Miller felt a bit down. It seems that Christopher Smith was right, Oliver Johnson does have feelings for Sophie Smith.
"Sophie might co a bit later."
"Brother Johnson, you haven’t eaten yet, right? Want to grab a bite together?" Eva Miller offered enthusiastically. She already braced herself for rejection, but Oliver Johnson followed her to a nearby restaurant without any hesitation.
"This al is on , Brother Johnson. See if there’s anything you like?" Eva Miller led Oliver Johnson to a fancy restaurant, and the prices on the nu left her in shock. She was pained at the cost, but she couldn’t possibly take Oliver Johnson to a regular diner!
Oliver Johnson didn’t hold back, deliberately choosing the expensive dishes.
"Um, anything else you want?" Though the current spread was enough to make her secretly feel the pinch for several days.
"That’s enough, can’t have you spending too much," said Oliver Johnson ’considerately’.
Ugh, if you think I’m spending too much, perhaps we could just go across the street for so Lanzhou noodles or lamb soup!
Eva Miller shouted inwardly but believed that to ’wrap around’ Oliver Johnson, she’d have to put in so serious effort.
Eva Miller generously added two French desserts at the end.
When eating with Oliver Johnson, Eva Miller tucked away her usual boyish deanor and sat demurely beside him. Perhaps she just wasn’t cut out for being ladylike, her movents seed awkward no matter how you looked at them.
She appeared to cut her food elegantly, then carefully brought it to her mouth, chewing slowly and deliberately.
"Actually, you don’t need to act like this in front of ."
"Huh?"
Oliver Johnson smirked, "I think your true self is particularly cute."
Your true self? Eva Miller felt embarrassed, Oliver Johnson must have noticed her ’pretending’.
She felt a bit disappointed. No matter what, she still wanted to leave a good impression in his mind.
The al was unusually quiet, which was quite uncomfortable for soone like Eva Miller who was used to lively settings.
"Brother Johnson, can I ask you a question?" She tried to find sothing to talk about.
"Sure."
"What exactly are your feelings towards Sophie Smith?"
What exactly are his feelings?
Oliver Johnson was rather taken aback; he hadn’t expected Eva Miller to ask such a question.
"If you’re not willing to answer, that’s fine. Everyone has secrets. If Sophie Smith is your secret, then there’s no need to talk about it."
Everyone has secrets, indeed Sophie Smith was his unspeakable secret.
The closer he got to her, the more he felt a sense of burden on his heart.
Yes, a burden.
Because she was Asher Land’s woman.
Seeing Oliver Johnson lost in thought, Eva Miller realized she had touched on a sensitive subject and scrambled to make ands.
"Brother Johnson, don’t be upset, I won’t ask such questions again."
"I’m not upset." Seeing her panicked, he felt a bit apologetic. Perhaps his expression hadn’t been managed well, leading her to misunderstand.
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