Chapter 80

Mason and Tillany heard Evelyn’s tone when she called Lucas. Tillany frowned slightly, but said nothing, while Mason snorted. “She’s quite good at putting on an act, isn’t she?” he said.

“Maybe the silly girl should know where to draw the boundaries,” Tillany said indifferently, putting down her cards. “Suddenly pretending to be weak to get attention now. There, after all.” Maxon shrugged. As he expected, Evelyn just couldn’t stay still.

Lucas looked at his watch. It was almost 8:00 pm. “I’ll go have a look.”

Mason immediately understood. “Sure. If you ignored her and she complained to Maria, then this wouldn't be easy to deal with.”

Tillany pursed her lips and didn’t comment. Lucas’ gaze was as cold as ever. “Just carry on playing. I’ll be right back.”

It was only then Tillany relaxed a little and said, “Alright.”

Mason chuckled. “I get what you mean. You’re not going to let her keep you there.”

Evelyn opened the door when Lucas came to her room. She saw him standing at the door, one hand in his pocket, looking down at her. After he got a closer look at her from head to toe, he walked in and asked, “Where do you feel unwell?”

Evelyn had no choice but to make way for him. She smelled a whiff of women’s perfume on him as he walked past. He was probably in the same room with Tillany the entire time.

She slightly wrinkled her nose, without making it obvious, and replied calmly, “My throat hurts.”

Lucas glanced at her and realized she truly was lacking in energy. She wasn’t putting on an act. He narrowed his eyes and turned on the coffee maker to get her a glass of warm water. He was motionless as he said, “I have three types of medication. One for respiratory infection, one for fever, and some lozenges.”

Evelyn frowned as she looked at him. She was a little surprised that Lucas would care about her. “Thank you.”

Lucas turned to look at her with his cold, unfathomable gaze. “Are you going to continue sleeping later?”

Evelyn climbed back into bed with a hum of confirmation. Her mind was still in a daze, and her head felt heavy. All she wanted to do was lie down. The water wasn’t warmed up enough yet. She planned to take the medication later when it was ready.

She looked at her while thinking about something. Just as she was thinking about that, she opened her eyes and looked over, only to find Lucas still standing at the side, looking at her. Evelyn hesitated before she asked, “Why are you still here?”

Lucas shot her an indifferent glance before he let out a soft sigh. He probably felt insulted. “You’re quite good at biting the hand that feeds you.”

Although he said that, he didn’t plan to stay any longer. He placed the medications on the table and left.

Evelyn didn’t mind. She lay in bed for a while, feeling dazed, before hearing her doorbell ring. Surprisingly, it was the hotel staff delivering her dinner—a bowl of almond oatmeal. It was a light dinner.

“I didn’t order anything. Did you have the wrong room?” Evelyn asked.

The hotel staff replied, “It was Mr. Grant who asked us to deliver it to your room.”

Evelyn finally understood and brought the food inside. Lucas was a complicated man—indifferent yet thoughtful. Otherwise, Evelyn wouldn’t have been lost and struggling in this marriage for so many years.

That she was truly hungry at that moment. She had been lying in bed ever since she came back, so she was starving. She opened the lid and saw that it was a bowl of almond oatmeal. It looked delicious.

However, Evelyn was allergic to almonds. She would use a little almond in her cooking to suit Lucas’ preference, but usually wouldn’t touch any dishes that had almonds in them. She had shared so many meals with Lucas. If he cared, he probably would have noticed that—but of course, he had never cared.

Perhaps he had already noticed it. After all, he was smart and had a great memory. He could remember Tiffany’s preferences. He just didn’t think Evelyn was important enough.

She couldn’t have that bowl of oatmeal. She just closed the lid calmly and ordered another dish for herself.