Chapter 4 Get Over Here
“Evan, would you prefer it if I were thinner or chubbier?” When I was 18 last, I was a young and healthy girl standing at five feet and five inches and weighing 110 pounds. I also had a decent. figure.
I tucked my hair behind my ear and continued asking him. shamelessly, “I’m thinking I should grow out my hair,
“How long do you like it? Should I let it grow until it reaches my waist or until it reaches my butt?”
“Are you done?” Evan’s face was cold. “Who said you could call me by my name? How rude is that? You’re Samuel’s
classmate, so call me ‘Uncle Evan‘ like he does.”
I pretended not to hear what he said and remained silent.
Evan leveraged his status as an elder and continued, “Answer me. Did you hear what I just said?”
I pouted and muttered, ‘Fine, Uncle Ethan. How mean. Couldn’t you be nicer to me? I even gave you my first kiss. You won the jackpot, so what’s with the cold treatment?”
It didn’t matter how I addressed him. What mattered was me
winning him over as soon as possible. I was still thinking about how I could confess to Evan when his phone rang.
I didn’t know who sent him a message, but Evan’s gentle. expression immediately turned cold. His gaze was so icy that I could bring myself to make any sudden moves.
“Have you finished your meal?”
I was stunned.
“If you’re done, I’m taking you home!” Evan said before standing up and leaving.
I ran to catch up to him. I snuck glances at him during the ride home. I wanted to ask him if something had happened, but I couldn’t bring myself to speak up.
Currently, I didn’t even know what I scored for my college
entrance exams. On the other hand, he had held an important position in Stafford Group for years. I couldn’t help him even if -I asked, so I might as well keep my mouth shut and not bother
him.
“We’re here.”
“Uncle Evan-” He stepped on the gas and left before I could even wave him goodbye.
Watching his black car speed off into the distance, I stood at the gates and pouted. When I pulled out my phone to send. Evan a message, I heard my mom call out behind me, “Julia Sinclair, get over here!”
I didn’t need to ask to know that she was livid. She would only use my full name when she was especially angry. I didn’t have the guts to keep her waiting, so I quickly rushed over to her.
“Mom, what’s wrong?”
She ignored me and entered the house, slamming the door behind her. I followed her inside.
Mom pointed at the cardboard box on the coffee table and demanded. “Explain what this is Julia. What were you thinking?
I had to rush over to her before I could even switch to my house slippers. The cardboard box was filled with various adult products. On top of the pile was a hotel room card and a
letter.
The letter was addressed to Samuel, and the writing greatly
resembled mine. It was a confession letter that talked about
how much I loved Samuel. It said that I didn’t care if Samuel
already had a woman and that I only wanted to be his woman.
As for the items inside the box, the letter asked Samuel to use it all on me. It said I would prepare myself and wait for him in the hotel room. It was even signed off with “Yours, Julia“.
What the fuck? Who on earth framed me? When did I ever send
Samuel this shit? No wonder Evan’s mood had turned sour.
“Mom, I swear that if I really did prepare these things, I’ll suffer a fate worse than death.” It was true that I liked Samuel, but it was only a secret crush.
I just gave my first kiss to Evan, so Samuel and I would never go this far. How could I possibly do something this wild?
Luckily, Mom believed me. After calmly assessing the situation, she asked, “If it isn’t you, then who was it?”
I instantly thought of Madison. “Mom, don’t you have a classmate who works in forensics? Can you contact them? I want to do handwriting identification!”
This was a huge misunderstanding. I needed concrete
evidence so I could explain myself to Evan.