Eleven Years All to the Wrong Man novel Chapter 167

Evan took off his black overcoat, revealing a plaid shirt layered under a white sweater.

He rolled up the cuffs of his sweater and shirt, exposing a pair of strong, well-defined arms. Under the cool white light overhead, his skin looked fair and clear, giving him a clean-cut appearance.

Standing next to Eric, the difference between a mature man and a young boy was immediately apparent.

Mrs. Hayes saw this but didn’t stop him, only saying, “Evan, you go rest. Eric can handle this.”

“It’s alright, Mrs. Hayes. I’ll wash with Eric.”

Evan smiled at Mrs. Hayes and at Emma, who was standing beside her.

Until he received their explicit permission, he always addressed Mr. and Mrs. Hayes politely and respectfully.

When Eric saw that Evan was actually going to help him with the dishes, he was ecstatic. “Evan! Evan! You’re a lifesaver!” he exclaimed.

He then raised two hands covered in soapy foam.

If the situation allowed, Emma thought, Eric probably would have thrown himself at Evan for a hug.

The image of her brother fawning over Evan made the corners of Emma’s mouth lift into a slight smile. Just then, Evan looked up and saw it.

Seeing Emma seemingly smile at him, Evan thought he was mistaken. When a second look confirmed it, his heart skipped a beat.

Before his mind could process it, his own lips curved into a smile, returning one to Emma.

But then he saw her look away as if she hadn’t seen a thing, her expression returning to its usual cool indifference.

Emma turned away, deliberately avoiding the man behind her.

Hearing this, Mrs. Hayes’s brief dissatisfaction disappeared. Not only that, but her impression of Evan actually improved.

“Well, that’s good then. Maybe he wasn’t just putting on an act. I mean, you two have money now, so it’s normal to hire people for cooking and cleaning instead of doing it yourselves.”

Mrs. Hayes, for once, was defending Evan.

Emma frowned, wanting to argue, but she was afraid her mother would sense that something was wrong between her and Evan, so she decided to keep quiet.

The new year was just a few days away, and Emma had no intention of telling her family about the impending divorce during this time.

Meanwhile, Evan and Eric were washing dishes together.

Eric was slacking off. Seeing how quickly and thoroughly Evan worked, finishing a stack of his own dishes in no time, Eric grinned and slid his remaining pile over to Evan. “Hey, you’re faster, man. Help a brother out!”