Deep Love Hidden From Him

Chapter 29

The atmosphere, which was initially relaxed, immediately turned tense upon the words 'seven years ago'.

Clenching her fists, Everleigh forced a smile, trying to sound as calm as possible, "Sort of, but not entirely. I was planning to further my education overseas, but applying for entrance into university doesn't just take one or two days."

She could only watch as Theodore's eyes turned ice-cold.

After all, they were in love for five years, so they knew each other very well. They knew what to say to change the topic; they also knew exactly what to say to hurt the other party.

Theodore stared at her with his cold eyes. He waited for her explanation, but she didn't plan on giving him one. Everleigh lowered her head and took a sip of water. She had no intention of apologizing for what happened back then. Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

"Waiter, the bill, please." Theodore said, before standing up.

On the way back, Theodore didn't say a word. The entire atmosphere in the car was hostile.

Adrienne was still a clueless child. She couldn't sense the animosity between the two adults, and kept chirping to herself as any child would. When they arrived at their destination, she was fast asleep on Theodore's shoulder.

After getting out of the car, Everleigh was about to wake Adrienne up. She didn't expect that Theodore would carry the child out of the car. He asked coldly, "Which floor are you on?"

Everleigh was taken aback for a moment. "The 12th floor."

"Let's go."

She remained rooted to the spot. Alastair tugged at her skirt. "Mommy, let's go. I'm tired."

After the elevator reached the twelfth floor, Everleigh proceeded to unlock the door and allowed Theodore to step foot into the house. They headed to the children's bedroom to lay the sleeping Adrienne onto her bed.

Looking at the water dripping off Theodore's shirt, Everleigh apologized awkwardly, "I'm sorry about your shirt.

Theodore shot her a cold look. "It seems like you don't have a problem apologizing for trivial matters."

Everleigh pursed her lips and was speechless.

Theodore was a germaphobe. Yet, at that moment, his entire shoulder was covered in Adrienne's saliva. She was surprised that he hadn't said a word. He was probably grumbling internally.

She felt conflicted. She didn't wish for Theodore to spend too much time with the children, but she didn't want him to hate them either. She had to handle this matter carefully, treading on thin ice.

Theodore asked, "Where's the bathroom?"

"Oh, over there," Everleigh quickly pointed to it.

After Theodore went in, she stood in the living room for a long time, listening to the sound of running water coming from the bathroom. She wasn't sure what to do so she made her way into the kitchen to put the kettle on the stove.

In the bathroom, Theodore faced the mirror as water from the faucet continued flowing.

He looked at the three electric toothbrushes standing on the washstand. One was white, and the other two were pink and blue, obviously for the children.

Judging from the towels hanging on the rack and the shampoo bottles in the basket, there were no signs of a man being in the house.

Theodore felt himself relax a bit. He looked at the small cat sticker on the corner of the mirror, then looked at his wet shirt; his gaze softened.

The sound of the bathroom door opening was screeching and loud.

Everleigh looked flustered. She looked up from the sofa and asked, "Do you drink tea?"

"There's no need. I have other matters to attend to."

Theodore's expression was flat and his gaze, indifferent.

Out of courtesy, Everleigh walked him downstairs.

The elevator descended slowly.

Everleigh hesitated for a long while. Seeing that they were almost at the ground floor, she said, "Thank you for today. No matter what Alastair said to you, please don't think much about it. He's still a child after all."

"Really? Sometimes I think that a child's words are more credible than an adult's."

Everleigh's expression grew hard. Just as she was about to say something, the elevator bell rang, signaling that they had arrived on the ground floor. The doors slid open slowly.

"You don’t need to walk me any further." Theodore marched out of the elevator with his long gait.

Seeing that he was about to leave, Everleigh asked without thinking, "Why did you help me?"

It was clear that he despised her. However, when everyone was pointing fingers at her, even when her own relatives were criticizing her, he helped her.

Theodore pressed his hand against the elevator door and turned around to look at her. The same cold eyes as before greeted her. "Why do you think I did? Did you think I was really going to marry you?"

"That's not what I meant."

"Then do you think I'm still hung up on you?"

Theodore's reply was so fast that he didn't give Everleigh any chance to react. She was stunned into silence.

Yes, she had thought so before.

Perhaps there was still a trace of affection left. Otherwise, why would he meddle?

Even though the Godfrey family had two sons, the one who was rumored to be getting married was clearly Theodore. What if someone had recognized him? Wouldn't he be jeopardizing his reputation?

Theodore stared at her calmly. His sharp eyes seemed to be able to see the depths of her heart, making her feel even more guilty, flurried, and helpless.

"I didn't think so." Everleigh avoided his gaze.

The lift was already narrow and cramped, and with Theodore blocking the exit with his body like an immovable mountain, air could barely flow in, making it hard to breathe.

Theodore snorted. "That's good. I just helped you for old times' sake. This is the first and last time it'll happen. Anything after that isn't my problem."

A shocked Everleigh watched helplessly as Theodore walked away. Only when the elevator doors closed did she come back to her senses.

At the banquet, Theodore had publicly announced that he was the father of her children. He declared it in front of the entire Trevino family and their close friends that he would hold a wedding ceremony with her. Everleigh's father had heard this loud and clear, but now, it was evident that he was backing out, leaving her to clean up his mess.

Was this even helping? He just caused even more problems for her.

She didn't care about her relatives, but how was she going to explain that to her father? Did she have to lie and say she hired Theodore? She had just gotten along with her father for the first time in a long time, and now that was going to be ruined again!

After thinking for a bit, Everleigh's gratitude towards Theodore vanished. She pressed the button on the elevator, her face gloomy.

Theodore wasn't helping her; he was having his revenge.

In the children's room,

Alastair sat cross-legged on the carpet with his back against his bed and a computer on his lap. He was frowning at something, making him look wiser than his age.

On the screen was a file with someone's private information. It was so detailed that even private investigators would be amazed. There was the person's height, weight, likes and dislikes, basically everything about the guy.

Judging by the looks of it, the press would definitely pay a handsome price for it.

If you looked even closer, the time of when each piece of information was recorded was even stated there.

The earliest recorded time was three years back.