Sorry Too Late (by J.J. Twelve) novel Chapter 135

“I’ll check on her when I have the time,” Evan stated with a soft sigh. 

“Really?” Sylvie’s face lit up with delight. She grabbed his arm, beaming. “Evan, you’re the best! I knew you wouldn’t just stand by!” 

She went on, “Aria used to take great care of me. I she becomes disfigured, I’d feet even worse than she would.” 

Relief and excitement brightened her expression. She thought that the issue would be resolved now that Evan had decided to meddle. She slipped her arm through his. “Evan, let’s go home.” 

The moment she said it, Evan’s expression changed. He had almost forgotten the real issue. 

“Wait, Sylvie,” he blurted out. “Let’s not go home today. I’ll take you somewhere else for a few days.” 

His plan was simple: Estelle wouldn’t stay long. She’d just be there for three or four days at most. If he took Sylvie on a brief trip, Estelle would be gone by the time they returned. 

The problem would be resolved then, and everyone would be happy. 

“Huh? Stay somewhere else?” Sylvie stared at him, startled. A flush crept up her cheeks as she murmured, “L… I’m not saying I don’t want to. It’s just… Isn’t this a little fast? I’m not ready yet.” 

Evan nearly choked. ‘What is she even talking about? I’m simply taking her somewhere else to stay, nothing else!” 

Then, he quickly explained, “I just meant going out for a change of scenery. We don’t have to stay together.” 

However, it still sounded like a date to Sylvie’s ears. 

Her eyes lit up with excitement. 

Just as Evan thought he had persuaded her, something seemed to occur to her. Her expression dimmed. She shook her head. ” No, I can’t possibly go. Aria’s still hurt. I need to visit her tomorrow. Let’s just go home.” 

hed and headed toward Villa No. 1. 

fter her. 

Evan fell silent. ‘Is her nose really that sharp? How did she even pick that up?” 

“And there’s Hazel’s, Roxanne’s, and Anya’s perfume too,” Sylvie added, her tone turning cold. “Did you get back together with them?” Evan opened his mouth, but the words stick. For the first time, he realized there was nothing he could say that would make this sound okay. 

“No wonder you wanted me to stay somewhere else,” she snapped, her anger rising “It was just for your convenience. And to think that you’d call it a relaxing Trip. ” 

Suddenly, something clicked. 

Her gaze snapped toward Villa No. 1. 

“She’s in the house right now, isn’t she?” Sylvie’s voice sharpened. “I want to find out which one of them had the gall to sneak into my home while I’m away.” 

Then, she stormed toward the villa before he could stop her.