Evelyn Grant noticed his cold demeanor.
But he didn't push her away.
She pursed her lips, feeling lost in his arms, unable to figure out what he was thinking.
Evelyn's intention had been to avoid bringing up the phone call from two weeks ago. What she'd said was the truth, after all. She couldn't bring herself to promise she'd stay by his side forever, and there was no point in saying things they both knew were impossible.
That's why she had chosen to cook.
If it could placate him, that would be for the best.
Evelyn mulled it over for a moment before pulling away from his embrace. She glanced around furtively, and seeing that no one was nearby, she mentally prepared herself, then suddenly wrapped her arms around Preston Keaton's neck and jumped on him with all her might.
