Why the Crocodile Tears (by Flower Sock) novel Chapter 595

“Why did Mrs. Sinclair…” Martin blinked and glanced at Gregory, completely confused.

“I think she’s just shy,” Gregory said with a straight face.

“Uh…”

Martin’s mouth twitched. He wasn’t sure if Anathea was shy. To him, she’d bolted like she’d seen a ghost.

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Still, if he actually said that out loud, Gregory would probably toss him straight into the pouring rain without a second thought.

Anathea shoved the door open.

“Whoa, what the hell?” Evangeline, who was going over some files, jumped at the sight of her. “What happened to you? Your face looks weird.”

It was flushed and pale at the same time.

Anathea touched her face. She wasn’t sure either.

She made a beeline to the bathroom, scooped a handful of cold water, and splashed it on herself. It helped a little, but her heart was still pounding like mad.

She pressed a hand to her chest and frowned slightly.

“Nat, are you okay?” Evangeline asked with concern as she walked over.

“I’m fine.” Anathea took a deep breath and forced a smile, though it was definitely a little shaky.

Evangeline didn’t call her out on it. “You didn’t eat much earlier, so I saved you a bit. Do you want some now?”

The mention of food brought Gregory’s homemade mac and cheese back to mind, along with everything he had said. Her heart raced again.

“No, I’m full. I’m just gonna wash up and go to sleep.”

Evangeline returned to the couch. Her eyes were fixed on Anathea until the latter lay down on the bed, turned off the bedside lamp, and her breathing slowly evened out.

Only then did Evangeline quietly pick up her phone and dial a number.

The call connected almost immediately.

“Mr. Sinclair…” Evangeline glanced at Anathea and lowered her voice. “Nat is asleep now, Her face was pretty flushed.”

There was a brief pause on the other end.

but she didn’t look too great earlier.

“She kicks off the blanket in her sleep. Could you help me tuck her in? Thanks.” His low voice came through right before the notification of a transfer popped up on her screen.

“Oh, Mr. Sinclair, you really didn’t have to. I’m just doing my duty here.” A wide grin spread across Evangeline’s face, and her eyes crinkled into slits as she smiled.

Sure, she’d cursed Gregory out plenty in the past, but he paid well. And his feelings for Anathea hadn’t escaped her notice c Maybe he wasn’t completely hopeless after all. Maybe he deserved a chance.

Now look at her, from the leader of his hate club to a hardcore shipper of the two.

Evangeline gently tucked the blanket around Anathea. Following Gregory’s instructions, she adjusted the air conditioning to just the right temperature to make sure Anathea could sleep comfortably through the night.

Chapter 595

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By the next morning, the rain had finally let up.

Anathea slowly opened her eyes. She glanced at the other bed where Evangeline was still fast asleep, then quietly got up

She needed to find Roy as soon as possible and get the truth about what happened back then.

After getting ready, she headed downstairs, only to be greeted by ille smell of breakfast.

Anathea glanced toward the kitchen. Sure enough, she saw that tall figure.

Gregory was wearing a casual outfit with an apron around his waist and his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His toned forearms moved with practiced ease as he chopped up lettuce and cherry tomatoes for a salad. On the stove beside him, a pot of ravioli was boiling.

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