Chapter 340

Adrian Klein was reviewing last week's experimental data in the laboratory.

His slender fingers flew across the keyboard until he spotted an anomaly in the second group's fourth column.

Just as he was about to call Oliver Lancelot over, his phone rang abruptly.

"Hello?"

A familiar voice answered: "Professor, it's Evelyn."

Adrian's fingers froze mid-air.

He slowly lifted his gaze from the computer screen, his voice unconsciously softening: "What is it?"

"My dad wants to invite you for dinner..." Evelyn's voice carried hesitation, "If you're busy, I can just tell him no."

"Not busy."

There was a noticeable pause on the other end: "...But isn't the lab swamped right now?"

"Manageable."

"Then..."

Adrian cut her off: "See you tonight. Thank your father for me."

After hanging up, Evelyn stared blankly at her phone.

Just yesterday, Natalie had complained on social media about pulling all-nighters in the lab.

How did it become "manageable" when he said it?

Back in the lab, Vincent Macmillan sidled up with a sly grin: "Was that Evelyn?"

Adrian didn't look up: "You already know."

Vincent sighed dramatically: "The rest of us look like sleep-deprived pandas, while Professor Klein remains unflappable. The power of love truly is miraculous."

In reality, Adrian hadn't slept in thirty-six hours.

But he said it as casually as commenting on the weather.

Adrian took a step back, fixing Vincent with an impassive stare: "Where's your data report? Finished the error analysis? Completed the experiment logs? When do you plan to submit them?"

Vincent immediately raised his hands in surrender: "My bad, getting back to work now."

Returning to his station, Vincent sighed at the sea of data on his screen.

He missed the days when Evelyn worked in the lab.

Processing data had felt like magic back then.

Now...

Ah, how the mighty have fallen!

...

At exactly six in the evening, Adrian appeared at the Langleys' doorstep.

He carried an exquisitely packaged bottle of red wine.

William Langley rushed to answer the door, still clutching a spatula: "Adrian! You're here!"

"Good evening, sir. Sorry for intruding."

"Nonsense! Come in, come in—"

Victoria moved to fetch slippers, only to see Adrian smoothly retrieve a pair from the shoe rack.

The practiced ease suggested he'd done this many times before.

"This is for you and Mrs. Langley." Adrian handed over the wine.

Victoria accepted it with a smile: "You shouldn't have brought anything."

"My pleasure."

Her eyes flickered with surprise as she read the label.

Noticing the well-worn slippers on Adrian's feet, the corners of her mouth lifted slightly...