Chapter 1173 Don't Want Her to Go to Work
Evelyn steadied herself again and looked up at his scruffy, sexy, and unkempt appearance. "Why are you angry that
I'm going out to work? I must go early today because it's the first day the store reopens. I'll be back early in the
evening, and then we'll come back together with Lucas, okay?"
"You don't need to be there for the store's opening. Just hire someone to handle it. You have so many other things
to do later, like setting prices, franchising, and attracting merchants. Why bother going to the store?" Huston's
frustration grew as he spoke, and his furrowed brows could crush a fly.
His appearance was so much like that of a child who wanted candy but couldn't get it. Childish and adorable, Evelyn
tried hard to suppress her laughter and patiently explained to him, comforting this "child" before her, "I know, that's
why I'll go today and not tomorrow. I'll stay at home with you and Lucas. It's finally the weekend."
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHearing this, Huston's expression softened. "Really?"
Evelyn nodded. "Yes, it's true."
"Okay..." As he spoke, he leaned forward, pointing to his lower lip.
Evelyn had seen such a familiar action countless times in the past few days, so even if he didn't say anything, she
came forward and kissed him in the next second.
When two people spend a long time together and interact extensively, it can really influence each other. She felt
that she had become braver and more expressive, while Huston had become more open and livelier than before.
He no longer kept everything to himself, no longer wore a serious face, and rarely smiled. He had a lot more vivid
expressions now and had become a more vibrant individual.
This was what they had given each other. She understood everything.
Therefore, the more time passed, the less she wanted to leave this man. He was really good. From the inside out,
he was upright and kind.
She had teetered on the edge of life and death, and he had brought her back from the brink. She was grateful and
treasured him deeply.
At 10 o'clock in the morning, in the president's office of the Lane's Hospital.
Mabel knocked on the door, holding a document, but there was no response.
She couldn't help but frown. She raised her hand and knocked twice again. The closed door was still tightly closed,
and there was no sign of it being opened.
She paused and gently twisted the doorknob with her little hand. With a light click, the door was pushed open.
Wasn't the door locked?
She tiptoed in, closed the door, and locked it. When she turned her head, she saw the man who was half-lying on
the desk in a white coat.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHuston was leaning his head on the desk, and all she could see was his dark black hair. His hands were on the desk
in a strange and comical posture, but even so, he was sleeping soundly.
She had heard that he stayed up until two in the morning discussing Alivia's surgery with two neurology experts.
Now it seemed that he must have continued working alone after the discussion, and he had obviously been
exhausted to the point of falling asleep.
Otherwise, with his willpower, he would not have collapsed in front of his desk.
Mabel tightly furrowed her eyebrows, clutching the document in her hand tightly. She walked to the front of the
desk and looked down at the man who was sleeping so deeply. She wanted to throw the document on the desk
directly, but she ultimately couldn't bring herself to do it.
No matter how angry she was, she was still afraid that he would lose even a little time to rest.
Mabel put the documents aside. The office window was still open, so she went over and closed them one by one.
Then she took a thin blanket from the sofa and draped it over the man's back.
Continuous nights of staying up and depleting his energy had left dark circles under his eyes. Mabel looked at him
with heartache, even though she knew he couldn't hear her. She couldn't help but whisper, "You're a doctor, but
you can't take care of yourself and want to take care of others. Fool..."