Chapter 348

Gregory Wilson's knuckles turned white as medical alcohol seeped into his wound.

Evelyn Carter noticed his tension and lightened her touch.

"Continue," he said steadily, his gaze unwavering.

She nodded, focusing on cleaning the injury.

As she wrapped the bandage, Gregory suddenly spoke. "Your technique is very professional."

Evelyn pressed her lips together in a small smile and put away the supplies.

"I'll take the medicine on time," he volunteered.

She gestured toward the guest bedroom.

"Go rest," Gregory said gently. "I've got this."

A sharp gaze came from the kitchen doorway.

Alexander Hamilton leaned against the frame, his eyes dark and unreadable.

"Mr. Hamilton wanted a tour of the house," Gregory remarked calmly. "I assume he'll take you away tomorrow."

Evelyn quickly typed on her phone: I'll move out once my voice recovers.

After reading the message, a flicker of sadness passed through Gregory's eyes. "Let me know if you need anything."

She gave him a grateful smile.

As she passed the kitchen, Alexander spoke abruptly. "Was getting caught in the rain worth it just to buy him medicine?"

Evelyn didn't pause.

The moment the guest room door closed behind her, she exhaled deeply.

Surprisingly, she slept soundly.

When she woke, sunlight streamed across the windowsill.

The aroma of rice porridge drifted from the kitchen.

"Perfect timing for breakfast," Gregory said, turning from the stove with an apron tied around his waist. "He left last night."

The porridge bubbled in the pot, each grain plump and glossy.

"Learned this during my studies abroad," he said with a self-deprecating smile. "It's barely edible."

Evelyn gave him a thumbs-up.

"Vivian called," he mentioned while drying his hands. "She wants you to reply to her message."

Her phone lay untouched on the table.

She hesitated, staring at the login screen.

"Use mine," Gregory offered, sliding his phone toward her. "You can delete the chat afterward."

The tips of Evelyn's ears turned pink.

"Don't keep her waiting," he said, turning back to ladle the porridge, his posture straight and composed.