The Billionaire’s Unexpected Proposal (Evelyn and Derek) novel Chapter 197

Chapter 197

As the family gathered at the table to eat dinner that evening, Samantha launched into an enthusiastic retelling of her day at school before the others even had the chance to settle into their chairs.

"And then, Mrs. Connelly said my drawing was the best in the whole class!" Samantha beamed, her fork clinking against her plate as she stabbed at a piece of broccoli.

Evelyn smiled, resting her chin in her hand. Her daughter's energy was infectious, and though a part of her wanted to remind Samantha to chew with her mouth closed, she refrained.

Derek had said he preferred to have them talk about their days during dinner and he would rather have a noisy dinner at home than a civilized one.

"That's wonderful, Sam," Maya said, her voice warm as she leaned forward. "What did you draw?"

"A castle with unicorns! But the unicorns had wings, too. And Mrs. Connelly said I have a big imagination!" Samantha's eyes sparkled as she spoke, her words tumbling out in an excited rush.

"Well, I'm glad your talent is finally being recognized, Derek said with mock seriousness, causing Samantha to puff up with pride.

Maya laughed softly, enjoying the warm atmosphere at the table. Moments like these made her feel truly at home. "You do have a big imagination. Did you give the unicorns names?"

"Of course!" Samantha paused dramatically, glancing at each adult at the table as if preparing for a grand reveal. "The blue one is Sparkle, the pink one is Starry, and the green one is... uh... Lucky!"

"That's a perfect name," Maya said, her smile widening. "Lucky sounds very unique."

"Sparkle is a beautiful name," Evelyn said, smiling as she gently reached out to ruffle Samantha's hair.

As Samantha continued her tale, Derek became mostly quiet, his fork moving methodically as he ate. But his gaze kept flickering toward Maya—or rather, toward the necklace she was wearing.

The delicate silver chain glinted faintly under the light, the locket nestled just above the curve of her collarbone. Derek's eyes narrowed slightly, a flicker of recognition stirring deep within him. It was as though the locket held some unspoken significance he couldn't quite place.

Evelyn, sitting beside him, noticed his interest in Maya. Her brow furrowed, and her gaze darted between Derek and Maya. The longer he stared, the tighter a knot formed in Evelyn's chest.

She tried to dismiss the unease that prickled at the edges of her thoughts, but it persisted. Why was he staring at Maya like that? She mused as she followed his eyes to Maya's chest.

Trying hard not to read too much meaning into it, she forced a smile. "Derek?" Evelyn's voice was light but pointed, breaking the rhythm of the conversation.

She arched an eyebrow, "You seem very interested in Maya's necklace. Is there a story there I don't know about?" She asked, her tone teasing.

She hoped the necklace was what he was staring at and nothing else.

Derek blinked, startled out of his thoughts, as he turned away from Maya to look at her. "What?" He looked at Evelyn, then at Maya, whose hand instinctively rose to the necklace, her fingers brushing over the locket protectively.

Evelyn tilted her head, curiosity lacing her expression. "Do you have a thing for lockets, Derek?" she asked, her tone playful but laced with a faint edge.

As if sensing the tension, Maya took a sip of her water and then forced a smile. "I—I haven't worn it before," she said, her voice soft. It's... special to me."

Derek hesitated, his brows drawing together as he struggled to articulate what he'd been thinking. "It's not... that," he began, but before he could finish, Maya's phone vibrated on the table next to her plate.

She glanced at the screen, and her heart skipped a beat when she saw Liam's name flashing. She had been awaiting his call all day and had almost begun to think that he had forgotten his promise to reach out to the orphanage home.

"Sorry, I need to take this. Excuse me for a moment," she said as she pushed her chair back and rose from the table before walking away.

Once Maya disappeared up the stairs, Evelyn turned back to Derek, her smile fading. She lowered her voice so that Samantha wouldn't catch on. "Was it really the necklace you were staring at?"

Derek paused mid-bite, his eyes meeting hers. "What else would I be looking at?" he asked, his tone laced with confusion.

Evelyn hesitated, then sighed. "Forget it. It's nothing."

But Derek didn't look away. His expression shifted, a flicker of hurt crossing his face as understanding dawned on him. "You think I was—" He stopped, his voice ringing with disbelief.

"I can't believe you thought that, talk more of asking me such a question." His voice was firm, but he didn't raise it.

Instead, he set his fork down carefully and leaned back in his chair, his jaw tightening.

"It was just a harmless question," Evelyn said quickly, though her voice lacked conviction.

Derek looked her in the eyes, letting her know he knew very well that she asked because the thought had crossed her mind that he was ogling at Maya.

"You really think I'm that sort of person? Or that I would disrespect you in that manner?" He asked with a shake of his head.

The tension at the table grew thick, and Samantha, who had been chewing a carrot, looked up with wide eyes. "Are you fighting?"

Evelyn and Derek both turned to her, their expressions softening instantly.

"No, sweetheart," Evelyn said quickly, forcing a smile.

"We're just talking."

"Grown-up talk," Derek added, his voice gentle now. He picked up his fork again, stabbing at a piece of chicken.

Samantha eyed them suspiciously but then shrugged, returning to her plate. "Okay. But you sounded like you were fighting."