Ordering delivery from a restaurant was something Emma did often. She liked to have a small fruit dessert after her main course, so she would usually order it ahead of time. But—
Emma scratched her head. As she walked toward the front door, she pulled out her phone and scrolled through it carefully.
“Huh, I didn’t order anything…”
Perhaps because she had company, especially a man, Emma didn’t bother checking the video intercom. She just turned the handle and opened the door.
“Who is it—”
The last word caught in her throat when she saw the person standing outside.
Evan stood at her door, his tie still knotted, looking utterly exhausted. When she opened the door, he grabbed the frame, instinctively trying to step inside.
In the dining room, Nathan and her mother were still talking and hadn't noticed what was happening at the door.
Emma took a step forward, blocking the entrance with her leg. She looked at Evan warily. “How did you find my house? And what are you doing here?”
“Emma…”
Evan’s voice was hoarse, and his eyes were filled with worry and fatigue as he looked at her.
“…What is it? Is something wrong?”
For some reason, seeing Evan like this, Emma felt a sense of foreboding.
“Are you okay?”
“Huh?” Emma frowned, looking at him in disbelief. “I’m perfectly fine. Why wouldn’t I be? Don’t jinx me!”
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