My Husband Fell for My Look-Alike

Chapter 5

"Of course not. Stay here. Once the place I bought for you is renovated, I'll move you out right away. It's not good to keep you living in the office."

"It's alright. I'm happy seeing you every afternoon! Besides, haven't we just returned from our overseas vacation? We've traveled abroad so many times this year. I couldn't ask for more."

Evelyn stood on the stairs, watching the couple locked in an embrace downstairs as tears streamed down her face.

For the past year, Steven had traveled frequently, claiming it was to expand into overseas markets.

Evelyn had believed him wholeheartedly. But it turned out his trips weren't for business, but to take Iris on vacation!

She'd been fooled, kept completely in the dark.

"Steven, you brought her home? Do you even know what you're doing?"

Evelyn stormed downstairs, furious.

Without glancing up, Steven gently urged the girl upstairs first.

"Evelyn, Iris has nowhere else to go right now. She's just staying a few days. Don't worry, she'll be out soon."

"Out where?"

"I have my plans."

Evelyn clenched her fists. Her head spun, and she nearly collapsed.

But Iris collapsed first upstairs. A maid cried out, "Sir! Ms. Perry's fainted!"

"Iris!"

Steven panicked and rushed upstairs. "She's burning up! You silly girl, why hide your fever from me? Stella, get the doctor here, now!"

As Steven carried the girl to the bedroom, Evelyn saw him keeping vigil beside Iris. The way he looked at her was just like when she'd fallen ill three years ago.

Her hands clenched into fists at her sides as Evelyn turned to leave.

"Steven, am I sick again? I don't want to see a doctor. I don't want to take medicine. It's so bitter."

"Silly girl, you're already at 99.1 degrees Fahrenheit—that's a fever. How are you going to get better without medicine? Don't you love the macarons from that shop in the eastern district? They'll take the bitterness away. Shall I get you some?"

"No! Stay with me. I'm scared alone!"

Iris grabbed his hand and started crying pitifully.

"Evelyn."

Steven stopped her. "You go get them."

Evelyn was still feverish, yet Steven not only didn't notice, but was sending her to buy macarons for the other woman? Besides, 99.1 degrees Fahrenheit barely even counts as a fever!

"Steven, I have a fever too, and you're asking me to buy things for her?"

"Evelyn! Iris has a fever, and you're comparing yourself to her? Your last fever was three years ago! You're never sick. How could you possibly have a fever now? If you want to make a scene, at least have some limits. Don't make me hate you!"

Evelyn's hand on the doorknob hesitated briefly before she nodded. "Fine, I'll go."

After all, only 29 days remained until their marriage officially ended.

A light rain was still falling outside as she had Steven's driver take her to the eastern district.

The shop was so popular that the queue stretched from its entrance all the way to the alley's end.

Rain trickled into her collar, making her fingertips go numb from the cold.

After waiting for almost an hour, she finally bought the macarons.

Her phone rang again. It was Steven once more.

"Iris wants hot chocolate from the west district. Get that too."

Evelyn pursed her lips. "Steven, first the east side, now the west side. How did I not know your mistress was so picky?"