Eleven Years All to the Wrong Man novel Chapter 178

"It's still so early. It hasn't even been two hours since we ate. I'm not a pig, how could I be hungry already?"

Emma was exasperated. Honestly, she would rather Evan get angry and argue with her like he used to. Anything but this nice-guy act he was putting on, both in public and in private. It was seriously creeping her out.

But Evan didn't know what she was thinking. His mind was solely focused on her pregnancy. He couldn't provoke her like before; he had to be more understanding and considerate. He'd looked it up online and learned that mood swings were normal during pregnancy. As her husband and the father of their child, he had to be patient.

"If you're not going to eat, I'll go take a shower. If you get hungry later, just let me know, and I'll make you something."

With that, Evan took his phone out of his coat pocket and placed it on the nightstand on Emma's side of the bed. After plugging it in to charge, he grabbed his pajamas from his suitcase and left the room.

In the Hayes family home, bedrooms didn't usually have their own attached bathrooms, so everyone used the one at the end of the second-floor hallway.

Once Evan was gone, the room was finally quiet.

Emma thought for a moment, then decided to send a message to Eric.

[Emma: Is the bed in your room really small?]

[Eric: Yeah, why? What's up, sis?]

Emma stared at her brother's instant reply, considered it, and made up her mind.

[Emma: I'm coming to your room. You can stay in mine.]

[Eric: What?! But what about Evan?!]

[Emma: You can sleep with him. I want to sleep alone.]

Unfortunately, Eric didn't notice his sister's strange reaction and proudly added, "See, sis? I'm just like you! Grandma used to tell me that we both love eating in bed. She said she didn't know where we picked up such a bad habit!"

No wonder they were siblings; they even shared the same bad habits.

But as she'd gotten older—perhaps from spending too much time with Evan—Emma had developed a bit of a compulsion for neatness. She hated eating in bed, let alone seeing food crumbs scattered on the sheets. It was almost physically painful for her.

Emma froze, abandoning her plan to get on the bed. She stood there, looking around the room.

Eric's room wasn't messy, exactly. There were jerseys and sneakers hanging on the wall, along with posters of NBA stars. But at the same time, his desk, chair, and small sofa were covered with various opened and unopened snack bags.

Emma started to worry. "Hey, does this room… have mice?"