Daddy, You Got The Wrong Mommy-Chapter 404: Inviting Her to Stay at His Place
"It’s okay now."
Evan Ford endured the pain in his shoulder and comforted Serena Wells.
In his gentle and soft words, Serena Wells gradually calmed down.
She sniffed, looked up, and saw the blood stains seeping through Evan Ford’s white shirt.
How did there get to be blood stains?
Serena Wells was slightly stunned, realized instantly, and became flustered with a sobbing voice.
"I’m sorry, Evan, I didn’t know it was you, I didn’t mean to hit you."
She mistook him for a bad guy and hurt him.
"I’m fine, just a little injury, don’t cry."
Evan Ford smiled and soothed her.
"You sit down, let me apply some medicine."
Serena Wells wiped her tears away and rushed to get the first aid kit.
Evan Ford opened his mouth, said nothing further, and sat on the sofa.
He looked around, his gaze landing on the dead rat on the ground, his eyes slightly tensed.
A dead rat, red paint splattered, door locked...
Who exactly is behind these little tricks?
"Evan, can you take off your shirt?"
Serena Wells came out with the first aid kit, speaking softly.
Evan Ford came back to his senses, hesitated slightly, and slender fingers unbuttoned his white shirt.
Serena Wells held a cotton swab and faced Evan Ford. Seeing his honey-colored skin exposed, her pretty face flushed.
"Evan, I’m going to apply the medicine, but it may hurt a little, so please bear with it."
Evan Ford was pondering a problem, hearing her stammering voice, seeing her blushing face, couldn’t help but curl his lips.
Did she insist on applying the medicine, yet now she’s embarrassed?
"Annie, are you feeling hot?" Evan Ford intentionally asked.
"Ah? I’m okay."
Serena Wells was holding her breath, forcing herself not to think about other things.
Big, watery eyes stared at Evan Ford’s wound, carefully applying the medicine.
"Why is your face so red? Is it really hot?"
Evan Ford meant to tease, slender fingers touched Serena Wells’ face.
Serena Wells seemed startled, widened her eyes to look at Evan Ford, met his teasing smile, and her face heated even more.
"Evan, I..."
So Evan could be playful too.
"Are we done?"
Evan Ford chuckled lightly, refraining from teasing her further to avoid confusing her.
"Yes, almost done."
Serena Wells regained her composure, leaned over and gently blew at Evan Ford’s wound, then sat up straight and packed up the kit.
The warmth from the wound and the heat from the girl’s breath softly breezed over his heart, making him involuntarily shiver slightly.
Evan Ford stared at her luscious red lips, his throat involuntarily gliding.
"Evan, your shirt is ruined. I’ll buy you a new one when I get paid."
Serena Wells tidied up the medicine box, saw Evan Ford looking at her, and helped him arrange his clothes with some regret.
Evan Ford returned to his senses, giving a light cough to conceal the odd feeling in his heart.
"No need, this shirt is old, it was meant to be discarded."
Serena Wells pursed her lips, buttoning his shirt, silently thinking, whether it’s old or not, she damaged it.
She must buy him a new shirt once she gets her salary.
"Do you know who sent you the package?"
Evan Ford talked about the matter, stood up, walked to the delivery box, and picked it up.
There was no name or origin on it.
Clearly, this box wasn’t a real delivery. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢
"I don’t know, maybe it’s a fan."
Serena Wells looked at the dead rat on the ground, still a little scared, and moved to the other side.
Was it really a fan?
It shouldn’t be that simple!
Evan Ford thought of the few people he had seen earlier, narrowed his eyes.
He would find out, who exactly was causing trouble!
"Alright, Annie, it’s not safe here, don’t come back for now, stay somewhere else."
Evan Ford cleaned up the dead rat, then spoke.
Serena Wells bit her lip, a bit at a loss.
"Evan, I still need to pay my mom’s hospital bills, I have nowhere else to go, nor money to stay in a hotel."
She and her mother rely on each other; this is the only place she can live.
Where else could she stay?
"Not asking you to stay at a hotel."
Evan Ford wrapped his arm around Serena Wells and walked outside, "Stay at my place temporarily."
Serena Wells: "..."
Stay at Evan’s place?
Evan actually invited her to stay at his place?
Was she hearing things?
Serena Wells looked at Evan Ford in a daze, surprised.
The woman’s eyes were red from crying, and along with a frightened expression, she looked like a startled little rabbit surrounded by a beast.
Evan Ford felt like teasing again.
He stopped, his slender fingers slid through her hair, his tone showing a hint of mischief.
"What, unwilling? Afraid I’ll..."
"No, no, I’m willing."
Serena Wells hurriedly shook her head, quickly denying.
Evan Ford raised his eyebrows intentionally, "Oh, you’re saying, whatever I do to you, you’d be willing?"
"Ah? I mean, I’m willing to stay at your place."
Serena Wells’ face reddened to the point of bleeding.
She saw the teasing in Evan Ford’s eyes, realizing he was teasing her.
"Evan, you’re teasing me again!"
Serena Wells covered her face with her hands, stomped her feet in embarrassment.
Is this still the warm and gentle Evan she knows?
Why is he so mischievous!
"I have a vacant apartment, you can stay there for now."
Evan Ford chuckled lightly, stopped teasing her, "Don’t worry, I don’t usually stay there."
He was usually busy, even if he did stay, it would be at the Miles family to help take care of Hunter Miles.
"Thank you, Evan."
Serena Wells calmed her mind, smiled gratefully.
Evan Ford ruffled her hair and walked outside with long strides.
"Let’s go."
"Okay."
Serena Wells quickly followed.
She’s going to stay at Evan’s place!
It’s a little sad that Evan is a gentleman and doesn’t actually live at home.
Actually, she’d be happy if he did something to her too!
Covering her face!
...
Miles Corporation.
Thanks to Rhun Quinn’s involvement, Amelia Miles had a relaxed day.
By evening, she planned to leave work on time to pick up her two sons from school.
At that moment, her phone rang.
It was a call from Damon Hawke.
Amelia Miles’ eyes flashed with a smile, answering the call.
"Hello?"
"Busy?"
A gentle man’s voice came through over the call.
Amelia Miles sat in her large chair, spinning, "Lucky to have your lieutenant, I’m quite free."
"Hmm, then finish work, I’m downstairs at your company."
Damon Hawke’s tone carried a hint of humor.
Amelia Miles blinked, quickly got up, and walked to the window to look out.
Sure enough, she saw a luxury car parked on the roadside.
The man sat in the driver’s seat without showing his face, only an arm draped over the car window.
Slender fingers held a cigarette, looking leisurely.
That was Damon’s hand.
Amelia Miles recognized it instantly.
"You’re smoking again, smoke less."
Amelia Miles playfully scolded.
"Alright, when you plan for conception, I’ll quit smoking."
Amelia Miles: "..."
How did it suddenly shift to planning for conception?
She and he aren’t even legally married yet!
