Unexpectedly, she did not land in his arms but at the door instead. Bruce acted fast enough by shutting the door and blocking the person from entering.
Then, he strolled back to his bed.
"Good night!" Evily said.
Immediately, Bruce stated, "Oh, I do have something to say. You are jealous."
"No, I'm not!" Evily denied it outright but it didn't sound the least convincing.
Bruce's eyes glinted, and he continued to stare at her without saying anything else like he was already convinced that she was jealous.
On the other hand, his stare made Evily feel awkward.
Without a word, she hung up.
However, the moment she cut the call, he called again. Every time she ended the call, he would dial her number again.
Bruce did not plan to stop pestering Evily that night.
In the end, she had to turn off her phone. Finally, peace.
While she lay in bed, she had an angry expression on her face with her lips pursed together. She fell asleep as soon as she closed her eyes this time.
The next day, after work, Evily went to buy her shoes.
"Miss, what kind of design do you have in mind? This pair of shoes was flown in from Italy a few days ago. I believe they will suit you well."
Evily glanced at the pair of shoes in the display cabinet while the salesperson continued, "Miss, with your elegance, I'm sure you can carry the shoes well!"
Evily raised her brows as she was indeed attracted by that pair of high heels.
They were bright red and there was a unique design around the ankles. It was very artistic and was designed by a well-known designer.
This was a pair of high heels that any woman would buy at first glance. Evily walked towards the cabinet and gazed at it intently.
The desire to look attractive was universal. No woman would refuse such a gorgeous pair of high heels. Evily was just like any other woman and she was also naturally attracted to beautiful things. Evily had been looking at the pair of shoes for some time. The salesperson could see that she liked it a lot and said, "Miss, you have good taste. This is from Italy—"
"Wow, how gorgeous!" A light voice interrupted the salesperson. "I saw this during the previous fashion show. The famous designer designed it. I noticed the high heels when Sophia had them on and wanted to buy them ever since."
Evily froze when she heard that voice. True enough, Amelia walked into the store with two socialites behind her. Evily met those ladies before. They were Amelia's friends and they often teased her.
Evily frowned and instinctively wanted to leave. But Amelia wouldn't let her do so. The woman exclaimed in surprise as if she had just noticed Evily.
"Eve! You're here to shop too?"
Amelia came over and grabbed onto her arm.
"Eve, Have you been busy recently? Why didn't you come home to visit us?"
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Evily eyebrows furrowed as Amelia gripped her hand. She pulled her hand back and smiled, "It's late and I have to go. Enjoy your shopping"
"Eve!" Amelia pulled her hand. "Are you still mad at me? I know Alexa and I had wronged you. No matter what, we're still sisters. Nothing will change that fact." Amelia seemed sorrowful when she said that. "You haven't been home in a while. Mom and Dad is worried about you. Grandma is a little unwell too. Even if you're upset at me, you should still visit them once in a while."
Evily sneered silently. If she had not known better, she would have thought that Amelia was talking about some other unfilial person.
Seeing that Evily remained silent, Amelia continued, "If you don't want to see me, you can call before coming home so I can leave first. Evily, I—"
"Enough!" Evily frowned. "It's none of your business whether I go back or not." Evily sneered, "What have you done to make you feel like you have to avoid me? Was it because of guilt?"
"You…" Amelia trailed off sadly as she stared at Evily in disbelief. "Eve, how could you say that? Alex doesn't love you and it's no good for you to keep harassing him!"
From the corner of her eyes, Evily spotted a familiar person and she hurriedly continued, "Since you like Alex that much, cherish him well. I won't look back. Especially not for that piece of trash. You can have him all for yourself."
"You…" Amelia's face turned pale. "Let's go" Amelia turned. She was immediately shocked to see Bruce standing right behind her.
A flash of panic appeared in her eyes. She was about to open her mouth when Amelia spoke up, "Is this Mr. Hudson? Hello, Mr. Hudson. Why are you here?"
"You are?" Bruce stared at Amelia in confusion. "Do I know you?"
Amelia was stunned. She bit her lips and replied in an upset tone, "Mr. Hudson don't you remember? I was BLANC model, KOAL subsidiary company."
"Oh." Bruce nodded as if he finally recognized her. He smirked when he saw Amelia's delighted expression before continuing, "So what is your name?"