Chapter 152 Kneel On The

• Keyboard or the Pen, I’ll Listen to You The next morning, probably because Evelyn had something on her mind or because she felt uneasy, she woke up particularly early. She stretched herself, and her first reaction was to reach out to touch the side. She wanted to hug the person next to her and act like a spoiled child, but she didn’t expect to touch a smooth bed sheet. Stunned for a moment, Evelyn tried left and right again, but it was still empty. Her face, hidden in the quilt, wrinkled. She sat up halfway and found that the bed and pillow beside her were all neat and tidy. Huston hadn’t come back all night. She bent down and picked up her phone. There was an unread text message on the table. When she clicked on it, there were only a few words:
• I drank too much at the social engagement. Don’t wait for me. When her eyes met these words, she bit her lip. Had he drunk too much? When did he become so hard-working at social engagements? Did he go to drink personally? Her intuition told her that there must be something fishy going on. Without much hesitation, she made a phone call. Fortunately, the other end of the line was picked up soon. Huston’s deep voice came into her ears. “You’re awake?” However, when Evelyn heard that, her anger subsided a lot, and her resentment turned into coquetry. “Didn’t you come back last night?” Huston remained silent for two seconds and said, “Well, I drank too much alcohol, and the after-effects were too strong. If I went home, I would disturb you, so I slept at a hotel.” His voice sounded normal. Evelyn tried her best not to think too much about it, but she couldn’t help asking him, “Who did you drink with last night?”
• “Some political officers.” Huston was waiting for the traffic. light when he stepped on the brakes repeatedly, giving the reason that he had rehearsed countless times in his mind. Evelyn understood that dealing with political officers’ obligations and social engagements could be troublesome. She knew that he had many responsibilities at work beyond his control. However, deep down, she couldn’t help feeling a sense of grievance. She knew that no one would make things difficult for him, and if he wanted to return, he would definitely be able to. For a moment, neither of them spoke, and there was only the sound of each other’s breathing on the phone. Hearing the sound of the car horn on his side, she didn’t dare to delay any longer. “You can drive first.” Knowing that she was about to hang up, Huston called out to her softly, “Evelyn.” Evelyn paused and asked,