Chapter 543 Her Photo Is In The Pouch

• Evelyn ordered a pot of chicken soup. She liked chicken soup and poultry meat. Huston was still a vegetarian, but this time, he specially ordered two slightly sour and sweet dishes for the sake of the child. There were five dishes and one soup. Outside the window of the private room on the second floor, there was green at the foot of the mountain. She was drinking the chicken soup in her bowl. There was a layer of oil floating on it, but it was not greasy. Instead, it was the unique oil of wild pheasants. It was not greasy, but very mellow. It was a special enjoyment to have such a meal in such an environment. Lucas was obviously hungry.
• He ate a small bowl of rice and drank a bowl of soup. At first, he was wandering around the room after the meal, but soon his eyelids dropped and he was sleepy. After climbing the mountain for so long, he was indeed exhausted. Evelyn ate slowly, but in order to take care of the child; she still sped up. Huston glanced at her and said, “Eat slowly. There’s no rush. She didn’t say anything. She picked up the bowl and drank up all the soup. She took a few tissues to wipe her mouth, got up and wanted to hold Lucas who was dozing off in the chair, but was intercepted by a pair of hands in advance. She looked up and saw that he had already picked up the child. “The wallet is on the table. I’ll carry him back to the car. You pay the bill.” After that, he walked out of the private room without looking back.
• Looking at his wallet on the table, she sighed helplessly and had to take it to the front desk to pay the bill. There was a total of 578 dollars. She unbuttoned the wallet and paid the bill with cash, but her attention was attracted by the photos at the bottom of the left column. It was a photo of Evelyn taken secretly by Huston on the balcony five years ago. She was lying on a rocking chair, reading a book. Her head was slightly tilted, and her eyes were closed, probably because she was sleepy. The light fell on her, leaving a bright color on her body. As the saying goes, whether a man loves you or not depends on whether he has your photo in his wallet.