Chapter 143 - 48 (1/2)

Diiiinnggg~!

Eric halted at washing the dishes when he heard the sound of the bell. He wiped his wet hands clean before he answered the door. But to his amazement, Evangeline was already zooming towards the door, lightning-fast.

The moment the door opened, there was a group of people outside, which held luggage in each hand. They were all smiles, and the one leading them was a professional-looking woman prepped in red carpet makeup.

”Hello, miss Heart. We are his highness royal stylist, and as per his command, we are to render you our services for today,” the woman said. Based on her demeanor and clothes, she was the leader among the pack.

Evangeline beamed. ”You're right on time. Come in, and let's get started. The party starts at seven, and we only have less than eight hours to prepare.”

”Of course, please show the way.”

Evangeline sauntered to her room, and the group of women marched behind her, not one bit looking at Eric. All were thinking he was a servant with his get-up of a simple shirt, pants wrapped in an apron.

After they entered the room, the group didn't waste any second and started to prepare everything. Their luggage transformed to high-end furniture with all kinds of makeup, perfumes, body wash, down to hair blowers, scissors, and the likes.

In seconds, Evangeline's room turned into a luxurious spa and salon.

While the groups ready their things, Evangeline repressed a grin and walked to Eric, who was still standing at the side, didn't know what happened.

”Eric, you should get ready too. The reunion will start at seven, but since the venue had changed, we should leave at five if we don't want to be late.”

There were a lot of things Eric wanted to say, but above it all was the most important thing. ”How much are those stylists?”

”. . .” Evangeline was taken aback. Eric wasn't questioning her before with things like this. But come to think of it, after she became his girlfriend, she couldn't remember when was the last time she spent her money. All were shouldered by Eric even he didn't have much, to begin with.

”You don't have to worry about it. Daniel has it covered.” As usual, she said her perfect excuse whenever she wanted something she knew Eric couldn't afford. She could use her money, but Eric insisted he should pay, so she used her Daniel card.

Eric's blank face lost its smile. ”Daniel . . .”

His hands briefly clenched. The reality of his situation was sinking in. He was painfully aware that he couldn't afford Evangeline's lavish lifestyle, and he would be dammed if he would constrict her of the things that would make her happy. If he could, he used his money during their dates and whenever they were going out.

But when it came to expenses out of his pocket, she would use Daniel's name to save his pride. Saying it was free since she knew he would insist on paying whatever it cost.

However, she forgot it would still hurt his pride and confidence if she relied on another man.

But what could he do? He didn't have the means to support her yet fully. For now, he had to suck it in and make sure to repay Daniel in the future –– with interest.

Comforting himself with this thought, his sullen expression softened. He then looked at Evangeline's eager, glowing face.

”Alright . . . ,” he said, voice lacked enthusiasm as he added, ”. . . but why did the venue change?”

Shrugging her shoulders, Evangeline answered without care, ”I don't know. The moment I joined in the group chat, that guy change the venue to his yacht.” Sneering, she snorted rather disdainfully. ”Talk about showing off.”

”. . .”

There were a lot of things running in Eric's mind, and his soft expression turned solemn once more the more he thought about it.

”That guy?” he asked.

”Yeah, Calvin Devondale. The son of an old generation family controlling the south. Apparently was cruising the seas and happen to pass by Everland in his yacht. Anyway, I have to get ready.” She wrapped her hands around his neck and tiptoed, giving him a wet smack on the lips.

”I'll be going on and prepare ahead,” she said in a sultry voice, skittishly acting before she released him and sauntered in a s.e.xy strut into the group of waiting stylist. And before she entered, she smiled. ”I won't be eating lunch today. I don't want to appear bloated in the time of the event.”