You Faked Your Death for Her？Great！I Had His Baby Chapter 03

You Faked Your Death for Her？Great！I Had His Baby Chapter 03

I answered calmly.

“Someone who helped me book an appointment. I’ve got something important to take care of on Thanksgiving.”

I reached for my phone.

Ethan didn’t give it back.

Instead, he caught my wrist and softened his voice.

“What could you possibly have going on that’s so important?”

“Evie, are you still upset because I can’t be with you on Thanksgiving?”

“When I get back, I’ll make it up to you. We’ll have whatever kind of wedding you want.”

“You can pick anywhere you want for our honeymoon too. Okay?”

He kept laying on the sweet talk, his voice gentle.

His three hiking buddies pretended to study the map beside us, their ears practically perked up.

I was about to answer when a familiar figure walked through the front yard.

“Ethan, busy?”

She came inside.

“I was nearby, so I thought I’d stop by and ask for some time off.”

She sounded completely at home, as if she were walking into her own place.

I paused.

When I’d opened the door for Ethan’s hiking buddies earlier, the yard gate had definitely been locked.

Yet Sophie had come straight through without a problem.

Clearly, this wasn’t her first time here.

I almost laughed at myself.

When had my home turned into a cage?

A cage that had almost trapped the fool who’d waited six years.

“I want to request an extended leave of absence,” Sophie said as she walked farther into the living room. “I’m going back home to rest for a while.”

She drew out the last few words.

“Maybe… a whole year.”

Her gaze swept across the living room, paused briefly on Ethan’s three hiking buddies, then landed on me.

“Hi, Evelyn,” she said sweetly.

Ethan’s expression didn’t change.

“You can just email me a leave request. You didn’t need to come all the way over.”

“I was worried you wouldn’t see it.”

Sophie moved naturally to Ethan’s side and pulled an insulated food jar from her bag.

“Ethan, I made some homemade soup. There was extra, so I brought you some to try.”

Ethan glanced at me but didn’t take it.

Sophie didn’t seem embarrassed.

She simply set the insulated food jar on the coffee table.

Right on top of the Presidential Traverse trail map.

One of the hiking buddies couldn’t help laughing.

“Employees are really dedicated these days. Even asking for time off means coming all the way to the boss’s house.”

Another hiking buddy suppressed a laugh and quickly lowered his head to drink some water.

Sophie acted as if she hadn’t heard them.

She turned to me, her eyes just as bright as the first time we’d met.

“Evelyn, you don’t mind, do you?”

“I’m fresh out of college. I don’t know much yet. Ethan’s been showing me the ropes.”

“I don’t mind.”

I smiled.

“He’s mentored plenty of people. One more won’t make a difference.”

Sophie’s smile faltered slightly.

I turned to Ethan.

“My phone. I’m going to the grocery store.”

He hesitated for two seconds.

Maybe he thought I should give them some privacy.

Finally, he handed it back.

I took the phone.

As I passed Sophie, I glanced down at the insulated food jar on the coffee table.

“Homemade soup goes bad if it sits too long. Make sure you take it with you.”

I looked at her.

“I don’t keep trash in my house.”