Deep Love Hidden From Him
Chapter 215

Everleigh warmed a glass of milk, put it on the bedside table and said, "It's getting late. Drink some milk before you go to bed."

Theodore hummed and didn't even raise his head.

When Everleigh saw that he didn't want to drink it immediately, she couldn't help but say, "It doesn't taste good when it's cold. I've tested the temperature. It's not too hot now. It's just right." Hearing this, Theodore looked up from the book and asked, "Do you treat all your patients like this?"

"What?"

"Do you nag everyone?"

Everleigh was stunned for a moment. She pursed her lips and was speechless for a second.

She really wanted to fight back. How could a doctor be so patient as to serve a patient? This was not a doctor's job, but he still blamed her for nagging. If it wasn't for her guilt, she wouldn't have come here to work as a nurse.

The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. Everleigh suppressed her anger and said, "Drink it later. I'll go out first."

"Wait a minute," he stopped her.

Everleigh turned around and saw him put down his book, pickup the glass and drink the milk. Then, she stopped.

"It's a little hot. Sit down for a while."

"Oh." Everleigh hesitated for a while, thinking that she would need to bring out the glass anyway, and that it was troublesome to go in and out. She sat down on the sofa beside the bed and hugged a pillow. Theodore drank his milk slowly, and the two of them didn't say anything. Everleigh's gaze fell on the blanket and she noticed that he was reading a French book.

"Is this a novel?" Everleigh asked casually.

When they were studying in university, Theodore was studying in the Foreign Language Department. To attend the same class as him, Everleigh chose the French class from their foreign language department At that time, the lecturer was French. He had blond hair, blue eyes and was very gentlemanly. He had a kind of romantic characteristic unique to French people. Every time he attended the class, he would wea a suit and tie.

Theodore nodded slightly as his left thumb tapped on the inside of the page. He turned it over to let Everleigh look at the book cover. "How much French do you still remember?"

"I don't remember much," Everleigh answered honestly, "I didn't learn it very well at that time and I don't usually use it, so I've almost forgotten everything. I can only read and recognize some simple words in the book."

Looking at the line of words on the cover, Everleigh tried to translate them, but she gave up in the end.

Theodore seemed to have read her mind and said, "Valiana."

"What?"

"The name of this book," Theodore explained. "It's also the name of the female protagonist in the book." "What's it about?"

"War and peace. During the world war, the overthrown daughter of a noble, Anna, went to a farm to take refuge."

"Take refuge at a farm? Did she meet the son of the farm owner?"

Although Everleigh was a science student and was straight-forward in her thinking, she had read many girlish romance novels. Once the stories involved love, most of them had a fixed storyline. It was either a poor boy meeting a fallen noble or a poor girl meeting a prince.

Theodore denied her guess. "No, the owner of the farm is a gray-haired old man. He took Anna in as his daughter and then married her off to a local government official."

"What happened after that?"

"In the tenth year after she got married, Anna met a photographer and fell in love with him. Then, they eloped."

Theodore's voice had a magical charm to it. Perhaps it was because of his background in the Foreign Language Department, but his voice was like a television program's host, deep and magnetic. It sounded like he was reading a foreign document. It was easy for others to be immersed in the story that he was telling, even though the story he told was concise.

Everleigh was fascinated, not knowing whether it was because she was fascinated by the story or because she was obsessed with the French lines, he occasionally read.

She couldn't remember whether she was a sophomore or a junior back then. Basically, it was the year when she chose to attend the French class.

In the huge auditorium, the students in the room were listening to the blonde French professor's lecture on the stage. Most of them were sleepy. At that time, Theodore had been angry at Everleigh, refusing to speak to her for half a day because she didn't want to reveal their relationship to the public.

Everleigh cheekily sat behind him, sending him all kinds of messages during the class. He kept listening to the sound of his phone vibrating, but he remained indifferent.

Before that, Everleigh stayed in the lab with her lecturer and did all the operating exercises throughout the night. She was already so sleepy that she fell asleep on the table after listening to the lesson.

It was not until Josephine, who was sitting at the same table, poked Everleigh with her arm and woke her up that she found all the students in the room looking at her. The graceful French professor on the stage was also looking at her.

Her instinct told her that he was taking her attendance. Everleigh raised her hand reflexively and answered with a loud and clear voice, "Here!"

The crowd burst into laughter.

Everleigh's mind was in a daze. She kept glancing at Josephine from the corner of her eyes, "What's going on?"

Josephine lowered her voice, "He told you to answer the question! It's not a roll call!"

Hearing that, she suddenly came to her senses and stood up in a hurry.

Josephine's voice came from the side, "He's asking you to talk about your views on that novel."

"What novel?" Everleigh was confused, and her waist was almost bent to the table, asking for help.

Josephine covered her face with a book and reminded in a low voice, "What do you think about the relationship between Anna and Neal? Just tell him that you think Anna and Neal were really..." Before she could finish her words, the professor's voice came from the stage.

He kept talking in French. Everleigh, who had only been in this class a few times, could not understand a word, but in the end, she still understood a sentence. He was asking her to answer. Facing the gazes of the crowd in the room, Everleigh stood straight. Looking at the picture of the couple on the Powerpoint presentation behind the podium, she had a guess for her answer.

"I think that Anna and Neal must really love each other from the bottom of their hearts..."

As soon as her words fell, all the students burst into laughter, especially the students around Everleigh. They all laughed as if they had heard some incredible joke.

Everleigh secretly kicked Josephine, who was next to her. "What's going on? Did I say something wrong?"

Josephine sighed helplessly and said in a desperate tone, "Neal is Anna's adopted father."

Hearing this, Everleigh's expression also froze.

Sh*t, she's going to fail the class this semester.

Everyone laughed, thumping their chests and stamping their feet. However, the professor who was on the stage did not know what had happened. The professor didn't understand languages other than French so he did not understand what she was saying.

While Everleigh was embarrassed, a figure stood up in front of her. His cold voice covered the laughter and his fluent French voice was deep and magnetic. "Professor, let me answer on her behalf."