Chapter 338

Gregory Wilson's eyes flickered slightly, as if deciphering her unspoken question. "You guessed it?"

She gave a slight nod.

"Technically, this house doesn't belong to me," he tapped the table with his slender fingers. "The original owners were an elderly couple who moved to Australia. I'm just a long-term tenant."

[I can share the rent.]

Gregory pondered for a moment. "Let's wait until your job stabilizes. There's no rush."

She had left in a hurry, and her wallet was indeed light.

At least until next month's payday, she wouldn't have spare funds.

[I'll pay you back later.]

"Alright."

"..."

"It's getting late. You should rest." As he stood, Evelyn Carter noticed the small carry-on suitcase.

It was so tiny it couldn't even fit a thick coat.

The temperature in London was only ten degrees, and his trench coat was already soaked through from the rain, clinging to his body.

[Did you bring a change of clothes?]

Gregory paused mid-step, glancing at the suitcase. "It was a last-minute trip. I only packed essentials."

[Are there any of your clothes here?]

His gaze suddenly grew intense.

Evelyn had always stayed in the guest bedroom, never setting foot in the master suite.

If this was his former residence...

"In the master bedroom closet."

[Have you eaten?]

"Airplane food."

That dry, tasteless excuse for a meal hardly counted.

Evelyn tightened her grip on her phone. [Go take a hot shower and change first.]

Gregory's eyes darkened abruptly.

A mix of surprise and confusion flickered through them.

She quickly added, [I just don't want you to catch cold.]

The corner of his lips quirked up, though the smile didn't reach his eyes. "I understand."

[Your health comes first.]

"Mm," he nodded. "Thank you."

[I'll make dinner. You go get settled.]

Gregory raised an eyebrow. "You can cook?"

[No promises on taste, but it'll fill you up.]

[I feel terrible making you come out in the rain so late. Consider this my thanks.]

He studied her for a long moment before finally nodding. "Alright."

In the open kitchen, Evelyn retrieved eggs and pasta from the fridge.

As the water boiled, the faint sound of running water came from the master bedroom.

So the master suite had its own bathroom.

She breathed a quiet sigh of relief.

At least they wouldn't have any awkward encounters.

When the tangy aroma of tomatoes filled the air, Gregory descended the wooden staircase.

A white turtleneck sweater softened his usual sharp edges, while black sweatpants accentuated his long legs.

"Smells amazing."

Evelyn plated the pasta and carried it to the dining table.