Eleven Years All to the Wrong Man novel Chapter 229

As Evan ate, his mind was on the message Emma had sent that morning.

After he had replied, “Everything’s a problem,” the chat window had shown that she was typing. But he had waited from morning until now, and Emma had never sent another message.

He was curious, wondering what she had wanted to say and why she hadn't sent it.

Lost in thought, he belatedly realized that the chattering woman beside him had gone quiet. He finally glanced over at her.

“What’s wrong?”

He hadn’t noticed before, but now he saw that Melissa’s eyes had slowly reddened.

Her dark, bright eyes were now veiled with shimmering tears. She looked at him pitifully, like an abandoned kitten.

That look immediately softened Evan’s heart. He put down his utensils, pulled the whimpering woman into his arms, and cooed, “What is it? Why are you crying?”

His voice was gentle and low.

His question only made it worse. Melissa’s tears started to fall freely, and she looked utterly heartbroken.

She buried her head in his chest, her eyes downcast, and sobbed as she spoke. “I… I was talking to you, all happy, and… and you weren’t listening at all. You… you were thinking about something else. You weren't paying attention to me… you don’t care about me…”

She kept her eyes down, sobbing softly as if she had suffered a great injustice.

Evan’s arm, which had been around her shoulders, loosened slightly. He looked at the woman crying in his arms, his gaze growing distant.

Ever since he had made his fortune, perhaps because his net worth had skyrocketed, Evan's mindset had changed long ago. He had gone from an unknown, poor young man to one of the wealthiest men in the region, surrounded by people who flattered and tried to please him.

After enjoying being the center of attention for so long, he had long since forgotten how to lower himself to placate someone—except when it came to Emma.

He looked at the weeping woman before him, sensing her deep distress, but all he felt was a cold detachment, even a lack of understanding. He couldn’t figure out why something so incredibly minor was worth crying over for so long and with such sorrow.