After heading downstairs, Michael gave the keys to Evelyn's car to a bodyguard, instructing him to drive it back to the estate while he personally escorted Evelyn into his own car.
Inside the black Lamborghini, the man behind the wheel asked in a calm, measured voice, "Was the Seafood that delicious?"
Still as stubborn and undisciplined as ever during pregnancy!
Evelyn nodded enthusiastically. "It was amazing! Want me to take you out for it tomorrow?" She quickly added, "We can get a mild broth with less chili!" To convince him to go with her, she was even willing to sacrifice her absolute favorite spicy level.
Michael let out a low laugh. "You're overthinking it." He gave her a blunt three-word refusal that made Evelyn's lips twist in annoyance.
She shot a furious side-eye at the man driving. "Honestly, I'm starting to feel like our personalities, tastes, and hobbies are completely incompatible in every single way."
