Deep Love Hidden From Him
Chapter 192

As the warm breath brushed across her neck, a feeling as if she had been electrocuted, seeped through the surface of her skin. The numb feeling seemed to have opened up her nerves and hit a certain part o

her heart.

Thump, thump, thump.

Everleigh's brain was suddenly empty.

The calmness in Theodore's cold eyes disappeared without a trace. Even he didn't realize that his eyes were burning up at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Dr. Trevino, your shoes..."

The maid's voice could be heard as the door opened.

Everleigh abruptly came back to her senses. With some unknown strength, she pushed Theodore away from her.

"Mr. Theodore..."

The young maid stood at the door with a shoe box in her hand. She was at a loss and asked, "What are you..."

At this moment, Theodore sat on the carpet and turned his head to give the maid a cold look.

The maid shivered. She looked at Theodore and then at the messy sheets on the bed. Her face immediately flushed red, and she didn't even dare to enter the room. "I didn't know you were here, Mr. Theodore. I'll leave the shoes here. I'll leave now. You guys continue... Continue..."

After saying that, the maid left the shoe box in a hurry and slipped out of the room.

Following the echo of the closed door, there was embarrassment and silence in the room.

Everleigh sat on the bed with the quilt tightly in her hand. Thinking of the close call she just had, she wished she could replace a hole in the ground to bury herself in.

Why did she feel as if someone had caught her making out in secret?

After a long while, she let out a dry cough. She looked at Theodore, who had crawled up from the ground, and asked, "A- Are you alright?"

She was a doctor, so she had a lot of strength to begin with. She couldn't care less when she was in a desperate situation, and she had just pushed Theodore onto the ground. If she hadn't heard him wrongly, she had heard him snort. He had probably really fallen to the ground.

Theodore's expression was also very complicated. "What do you think?"

"Sorry, I didn't mean to... I..." Everleigh was a little embarrassed.

"What are you afraid of?"

Everleigh was speechless.

Theodore helped himself up from the bed. The distance between them was relatively safe. Normally, this wouldn't make other people feel uncomfortable, but under such circumstances, Everleigh couldn't relax at all. All of her nerves were tense.

"Don't worry. That's Grandma's servant. She has very strict rules to follow and won't spread anything out."

Hearing this, Everleigh was stunned. When she came back to her senses, Theodore had already walked to the wardrobe with his back to her. He took his own clothes and said, "Get changed and come out for a meal."

His tone had returned to its previous calmness. He took his clothes and left. After that, Everleigh looked at the door absentmindedly and had mixed feelings in her heart.

Even if she was not a doctor, as a normal woman, she was very clear about what had happened to her the night before, as long as she was not poisoned or unconscious. Nothing happened that night; at least, what she was most worried about did not happen.

However, when Theodore asked her this question just now, she didn't even have the time to react. The panicked look on her face was ridiculous when she thought about it. After changing her clothes, she went to the bathroom to wash up before going downstairs.

This building was not the building where the banquet was held the previous night. She had looked through the window in the bedroom just now. She was in Swallow Manor; that wasn't too far away from the villa where the banquet was.

When she went downstairs, Theodore was already seated in front of the dining table. In front of him was breakfast. Even drinking a cup of coffee made him look extremely elegant.

"Dr. Trevino, you've come down." The young maid had just come out of the kitchen with some dishes and happened to see Everleigh. She smiled brightly and said, "Come have breakfast quickly. Mr. Theodore said that you like breakfast foods, so there is more milk and oatmeal in the kitchen."

"No need," Everleigh gave a dry cough, cleared her throat and braced herself to say, "I have something to do in the hospital, so I have to go now."

Before she could even take a step forward, Theodore's voice came from the dining table, "There's no public transport here."

Everleigh was stunned for a moment. "Huh? That's impossible, right?"

She knew that Swallow Manor was in a very remote area, but she didn't expect there to be no public transport. It didn't seem like it.

"There really isn't any," the maid explained. "Dr. Trevino, the nearest bus station is five kilometers away from the manor."

Five kilometers?

Everleigh pulled up the corners of her mouth with a reluctant look and said, "It will take a long time to walk there."

Theodore said, "Come over and have breakfast. I'll go to the company after this, and I'll give you a ride on the way there."

Hearing this, Everleigh stood in the same spot for a moment and her consciousness struggled for a while. In the end, she thought that there wasn't any difference in staying for ten minutes, anyway. Compared to walking for five kilometers, it was obviously better to have breakfast. Hence, she sat down spinelessly.

The maid gave her some cutlery right away.

The aroma of the oatmeal filled the air at the dining table. It was obvious that it had been cooked for a long time. She tasted it and it was very sweet.

And this familiar taste...

Everleigh looked at oatmeal in front of her and was stunned.

Ordinary people could not accept this sweetness, but it was her favorite taste. When she was in high school, there was a stall at the school gate. It sold breakfast in the morning, and a bowl of oatmeal would cost three dollars. She had to ask the boss to add a lot of sugar for her every time.

Later in college, although she was in Ocpeace City, she was far away from her high school. So, she hadn't had that oatmeal in a long time.

There was another time where she was on her period. Her entire body was drenched in sweat and she couldn't move. She had been lying in bed in the dorm for an entire day and hadn't even gone to class. She was in a bad mood and lost her temper on the phone, telling Theodore that she wanted to have the oatmeal from the stall at the school gate. No matter how hard he tried to coax her, it didn't work. Later, after she finished throwing her tantrum, she fell asleep. When she woke up, she had forgotten about it. But as soon as she got out of bed, she saw a flask with the oatmeal on the dormitory table. It was raining heavily that day, and it was night time. The owner of the stall that sold the oatmeal didn't even run his stall when it rained. God knew how Theodore got it.

"You don't like it?"

A cold voice came from the other side, pulling back Everleigh's thoughts.

"Hmm?" She came back to her senses suddenly and raised her head to look at Theodore. The moment she caught his gaze, she hurriedly avoided him as if she had been electrocuted. In a muffled voice, she said, "No, it's pretty tasty. It's been many years since I've had this oatmeal. Your chef's cooking skills are good."

Theodore didn't have much of a reaction. He didn't seem to think too much about it. He simply said, "If you like it, then have some more."

"Hmm," Everleigh replied. She clenched the spoon but kept her head down. She was afraid that once she raised her head, all her suppressed emotions would come to naught and she would expose her true self.