A few minutes before Evelyn arrived, Matthew, wearing his new pair of white sneakers, stood at the door of the garage. He Looked at the rainy sky with a frown. Then, he took out his phone and called Carlos, the only man at home at that time.

“Dad, it's raining. I'm in the garage now.”

Carlos looked out of the window of his study and said, “It's just a drizzle. You're a man; it's not a big deal."

“Dad, I have a cold.”

Carlos replied nonchalantly, "Thomas will be back in a few minutes. He has umbrellas. Come in with him."

There was an awkward silence and then Matthew hung up helplessly.

A few minutes later, Carlos’ phone rang again. Seeing the caller ID, he slid the answer key and said in a gentle voice, "Eve."

“Dad, I'm home. I don't have an umbrella. Can you pick me up from the garage?"

Carlos immediately stood up and said, “Okay, I'm coming."

Matthew had just entered the house with Thomas, the steward. He saw his father heading towards the garage with an umbrella.

“Dad, I am here already," said Matthew, thinking that his father was going to pick him up.

Without turning to look at his son, Carlos said, "I know. It's your sister. She didn't bring an umbrella with her. I'll go pick her up."

You could imagine how Matthew felt. His dad always played favorites.

After dinner that night, Debbie whispered to Miranda, "Evelyn has changed a lot after the trip. She Looks more beautiful than ever."

Miranda nodded in agreement. Looking at her granddaughter, who was chatting with Carlos, she replied, "She looks happier too."

"You are right."

However, Evelyn's happiness didn't last long. She realized that she missed the person she had thought she would forget, and the feeling became stronger day by day.

The weather got hotter and Evelyn returned to work.

One morning, it was raining when she reached her company.

The black Bentley was parked in front of Hilton Group. Before Tayson could get out of the car, a security guard came over and opened the back door for Evelyn.

Her white crystal high heels came into view as she stepped out; she was wearing a purple pencil skirt and a white shirt.

“Good morning, Evelyn."

“Good morning, Evelyn.”

As Evelyn walked in, the greetings poured one after another. She gently nodded at her colleagues and walked towards the VIP elevator.

The employees on the first floor greeted her with respect as she walked forward with an imposing aura.