Breakfast, lunch, and mid-afternoon tea-time had been a struggle for her. Evan could see it was because of him, but it had been the same with him.
He wished he did not have to see her again, knowing how much he wanted her but could not have her. But he had no choice. He had to come and see his grandmother.
Nevertheless, he knew he could not have her because she would want more. She would demand something he was not capable of giving. He was not a commitment kind of guy. The man that she wanted.
"Hi, Grandmama." He greeted her as she came out of the door.
"Evan, what are you doing here alone?" Angela walked towards him, sitting on the chair opposite to him under the big oak tree.
He had been hanging out most of his time in the backyard to avoid bumping into Amelia. His grandmother wished him to stay overnight before he returned to the city in the morning, claiming she missed him.
