Chapter 218

Evelyn Carter's gaze drifted over the noisy crowd.

Olivia Lightfoot had been gone for a while. Why wasn’t she back yet?

"Don’t wait. She’s not coming back."

Gregory Wilson leisurely took out the billiard balls one by one, arranging them neatly on the table. With practiced ease, he secured them with the triangular rack.

"Is that your girlfriend?"

"Just a minor actress."

Evelyn blinked. "That’s still impressive. Has she been in anything?"

Gregory looked up, the corner of his mouth lifting slightly. "Never mind."

"What exactly do you want to say?" Evelyn grew impatient. "Just say it."

He handed her a cue. "Play one game with me."

"I don’t know how."

"Consider it closure for me."

Suddenly, Evelyn understood.

The cue was pressed into her palm. Gregory’s voice was soft. "In architecture, newcomers struggle to break through. Your boyfriend switching jobs now isn’t the wisest move."

A chill ran down Evelyn’s spine.

"Don’t worry," Gregory chuckled. "I just wanted to see who I lost to. I won’t look into him again."

Evelyn tightened her grip on the cue. "I’m sorry."

"The apology should be mine." His smile turned bitter. "You rejected me clearly. I was the one who couldn’t let go. I thought… after your divorce, there might still be a chance."

He sighed. "He had everything—timing, proximity, and your fallout with Alexander Hamilton."

Evelyn stayed silent.

"At least we’ve cleared the air." Gregory’s expression returned to normal. "We’ll still be working together in surgery. I hope we can keep our usual synergy."

"Of course."

"Then let’s play."

"I really don’t know how."

"Didn’t Olivia just teach you?"

"My eyes understand, but my hands don’t."

Gregory laughed lightly. "Then let me demonstrate again."

He leaned down, aiming smoothly. The white ball struck, sending a colored one straight into the pocket.

"Want to try?"

Evelyn was about to mimic his stance when she caught movement at the door.

Two figures stood out—one tall and composed, the other petite and delicate. The girl in a pink dress clung to the man’s arm like a doll.

"What’s wrong?" Gregory followed her gaze and smirked.

The girl glanced around curiously, timid yet clinging tightly to her companion.