His silence was deafening. Odalys was eating a pancake when an RV pulled up to the Stewart Villa. She hurried forward to meet it; the van screeched to a halt before her. Freya jumped out and rushed over.

Chapter 518

She pulled Odalys into a hug, spinning her around once before exclaiming, "Odalys, I've missed you so much!"

"What are you eating? A pancake?" Freya smelled the delicious aroma. She looked down at the pancake in Odalys's hand, her eyes shining. Seeing the longing in Freya's eyes, Odalys offered it, asking, "Do you want some?"

"Just one bite," Freya replied, unconcerned that Odalys had already taken a bite. She took a small bite and declared it incredibly yummy. She quickly waved to Selah.

Selah ran over and took a bite too. "This tastes great! Where did you get it?" Selah asked.

Evander watched the three girls share the pancake. He remained silent.

"Evander bought it," Odalys said.

"Odalys? What about us!" Freya exclaimed, rushing forward, taking Evander's arm, and saying coquettishly, "Evander, did you bring a pancake only for Odalys?"

"Ahem, I'll bring you some next time," Evander replied.

Noticing his demeanor, Freya stepped in front of him, placing her hands behind her back, and scrutinized him. "Evander, what's wrong? You seem restless. Did you do something bad?" Freya's straightforwardness prevented her from beating around the bush.

Evander remained silent, ignoring her and walking back to the Stewart Villa. He felt incredibly heartbroken.

"Oh, what's wrong with Evander?" Freya asked, turning to look at Odalys and then at Evander.

Laughter and conversation filled the air as the group entered the Stewart Villa. Dorian had prepared a feast and an array of drinks. Servants immediately offered refreshments. The Stewart Villa hadn't been this lively in a long time. Hearing the girls' voices, Evander's awkwardness eased considerably.

"Ahem, you don't have to explain to her," Evander murmured to Percival.

Percival was indifferent. Meeting Evander's gaze, he said, "I know. There's no need to explain these things to Odalys. She's a smart girl. She'll understand immediately."

"Besides," Percival added, "she knows my physical condition better than anyone, and she knows I don't need medication."

Evander's heart ached again. "Why didn't you say so earlier?" he muttered.

Percival stared intently at him. "Do I need to elaborate?"

Evander, once outgoing, had become a lifelong introvert. He deeply regretted being humiliated in front of Odalys.

"Evander," Odalys called.

Hearing her voice, Evander felt guilty but silently looked up. "Have something to drink. Selah and I will make some spaghetti," Odalys said.

Selah rolled up her sleeves and entered the kitchen with Odalys. Freya followed. Dorian watched them make spaghetti. He couldn't help, but he watched silently.

Dorian realized Odalys was refreshingly down-to-earth and capable, unlike some women who shied away from practical tasks. He felt women shouldn't be overly delicate, though not all needed to cook.

Odalys worked quickly, while Selah and Freya prepared the side dishes. A large portion of spaghetti was ready. Dorian brought the sauce, poured it in, and stirred well.

"The spaghetti is ready," Odalys announced, carrying it out.

The others quickly gathered around the dining table. The delicious spaghetti, served with other dishes, silenced the conversation. Orson, quite talkative, naturally led the conversation throughout the meal.

It was already seven o'clock after dinner. As darkness fell, the city lights twinkled.

As night deepened, Francis grew restless. Standing outside the Stewart Villa, he stared into the darkness, his palms slick with cold sweat.

"Nervous?" Percival asked, approaching.

Francis, not ashamed, honestly nodded, leaned back, looked at the night, and said, "To say I'm not afraid would be a lie." During filming that day, the person had suddenly approached him.

"I don't even know if he'll suddenly appear later," Francis said with a bitter smile. He felt haunted by something supernatural he couldn't shake off. Fortune was uncontrollable; when luck turned against someone, anything was possible.

At that moment, Francis's phone vibrated. "Excuse me, I need to take this call," he told Percival.

He stepped outside, standing under a streetlight, asking with confusion, "Who is that?"

"You're Francis, right?" the voice on the other end asked, deliberately low.

Francis glanced at the screen, confused. "What can I do for you?"

"I heard you have a good relationship with Odalys," the person said.

Hearing "Odalys," Francis froze, his nerves tightening. He stood under the streetlight, swallowed, his eyes sharpened, and asked warily, "Who are you? What do you want?"

"Don't you want to know why that girl had her sights set on you in the first place?"

"She had her sights set on you and even managed to win you over. Even your agent was in cahoots with her, meaning she had her eye on you even when you were a model," the person said calmly.

Francis fell silent. He couldn't deny it was true. His agent had been by his side for years, always handling things for him, never dragging him down. His agent's contributions were significant, but his own hard work was also essential to his success as an international model.

"You're an international model, but now you're reduced to acting in this country, in an unknown drama. It's unknown whether it will be a hit or not. I heard the producer of that drama has had some problems recently. You're putting all your energy into this. Aren't you afraid it's all for nothing? Besides, you don't know Odalys well. Aren't you afraid she has ulterior motives in suddenly giving you resources? Don't be so quick to disagree. After all, you think Odalys is a good person. But she studies theology and understands magic. It wouldn't be difficult for her to manipulate you into trusting her. As you can see, she's always helping people on variety shows and livestreams, earning everyone's trust, but she never accepts any money. What is she after?"

Francis's fingertips, gripping the phone, turned white, his hand trembling. "What are you trying to say?" Francis's voice turned hoarse, revealing his panic.

Hearing Francis's anxiety, the person chuckled calmly. "I'm not trying to say anything. I just don't want to see you used by Odalys and end up dead because of her. Didn't everything start from the moment you met her?"