As the night deepened, Evelyn Smith lay on the bed, clad in her carefully chosen pajamas that exuded seduction.
Just moments ago, she had heard the exchange between Leo Harrell and the servant outside the door, crystal clear.
It's just Sophia Cloud's child, after all. Was there really a need to fuss over it so much?
As she pondered, Leo Harrell pushed the door open and entered.
Upon seeing the person on the bed, he slightly furrowed his brows, then calmly averted his gaze as if he had seen nothing.
Evelyn captured that tiny gesture with ease, her fingers clenching the bedsheet tightly, astonishment flickering in her eyes.
Was she not attractive enough?
Evelyn's face stiffened a bit, then she rolled out of bed and approached him proactively, "Leo, why have you come back so late? Did you have a quarrel with Mr. Harrell?"
Her voice faltered as she spoke, feigning and posturing just right.
"It's nothing," responded Leo Harrell in an indifferent tone.