Chapter 78 Buying a Gift for Him

• Hazel let out a soft hum, her thoughts settling into calm anticipation. All she needed to do now was wait.
• Evelyn was stretched out on a wicker chair, draped in a crimson spaghetti strap dress that clung to her like it was made for her. The vibrant red highlighted her flawless skin, smooth and pale as freshly peeled egg whites. Her small, delicate face exuded an exquisite beauty, every feature perfectly proportioned. There was an easy languor in her posture, yet it was laced with an irresistible liveliness that made her every move seem like an invitation. Evelyn, without a doubt, was a natural-born enchantress.
• "Hazel," she drawled, her tone light but teasing, "ever since you went back, your life has been like a battlefield. If you ask me, you should just have Mr. Luellen deal with all those women and make them disappear."