Eleven Years All to the Wrong Man novel Chapter 7

The next morning, when Evan woke up, the space beside him was already empty.

He sat up, running a hand through his messy hair, and walked out of the bedroom. A warm light was on in the kitchen, and a pot of oatmeal was simmering on the stove, but Emma was nowhere in sight.

He scratched his head, annoyed that she wasn't there. Just as he was about to call out, he heard a noise at the front door.

Emma, fully dressed, walked in carrying some pastries and toast.

Seeing him, she casually unwrapped the red scarf from her neck and asked, "You're up?"

"Yeah."

Evan grunted in response.

"There's oatmeal in the pot, and I bought some pastries. It'll have to do."

She carried the breakfast into the kitchen and came out a moment later with the oatmeal on the table.

After pouring two bowls and sitting down, Emma noticed Evan was still standing there. She looked up and asked, "Aren't you eating? If you have something urgent at the office, you should go."

Without waiting for his response, she sat down, picked up a piece of pastry, and began breaking it into small pieces to eat with her oatmeal.

Her body wasn't what it used to be. If she skipped breakfast, she felt completely drained for the rest of the day.

Last time, she had been in such a rush to get to the hospital that she hadn't eaten and almost fainted on the way. Luckily, she had a few pieces of candy in her purse.

Evan walked over in silence and sat down. He was shirtless, wearing only a pair of black boxer briefs.

It was warm inside, so he wouldn't get cold.

He watched Emma across the table, seriously eating her oatmeal, and felt an unfamiliar unease.

This was unusual. Far too unusual.

Since he had come home yesterday, Emma hadn't lost her temper once. Not only that, she hadn't made any sarcastic remarks or tried to provoke him into a fight.

She was acting normal, as if nothing had happened between them.

Emma's hand paused. After a moment of silence, she wanted to say thank you, but the thought seemed so ridiculous that she ended up saying nothing at all.

Evan had just woken up, his hair messy, without its usual perfect styling. It made him look younger, more carefree.

He was tall with broad shoulders, a natural model for clothes.

Even though he was getting older, approaching thirty, his looks hadn't faded in the slightest. If anything, he had gained an air of steady self-possession and charm.

It was no wonder those girls outside were so taken with him. A handsome and wealthy patron was an obvious choice compared to some greasy old man with money. No one was a fool.

Emma had initially been drawn to his good looks, too. Whether back in Riverside Millford or now in Averton City, Evan's appearance was undoubtedly top-tier.

If there was anyone who could truly rival him—

An image flashed through her mind.

Emma suddenly thought of that cold-faced doctor at the hospital. Okay, he was one. He was also incredibly handsome. Even in a white coat buttoned up to the neck, she imagined he probably had an amazing body underneath.