Evangeline’s POV:
“Hey, Boss is gonna be mad,” Kenji mutters, “You know how possessive he is.”
I resist the urge to glare at him.
Damn it. I wish he’d just shut up.
I grip the counter, trying to ignore the way my mouth waters from the smell of the steaming pot. I’ve seen ramen before, obviously, but I’ve never actually eaten it. My diet was always strictly controlled—spaghetti and fancy pasta, yes. But instant noodles? Never.
Too unhealthy, apparently.
But right now? I don’t care.
I look at Hugo, knowing he’s my only hope.
“Please…” I press my palms together, pouting slightly. “I won’t tell if you don’t tell.”
I see the exact moment his eyes soften. He exhales before finally nodding.
“Fine,” he sighs. “Go sit down.”
I smirk as I turn around, locking eyes with Kenji, who’s watchi
