She bit her lip lightly, closed the cabinet, and turned back to the living room.

"Sorry, I couldn't find your clothes. How about we just wash them?" Sylvia suggested.

Eugene smiled. “No need. I already tossed them out. I'll just call my assistant to bring me something new.'

"That works," Sylvia nodded.

They ate breakfast together, and by the time they finished, Eugene's clothes had arrived.

His assistant followed him into the guest room, pulling fresh clothes from a shopping bag as he spoke. “Mr. Winters, your mother called me last night. She wanted to know if you really went on a business trip."

Eugene rubbed his temples. Last night, there was no way he could have gone home, so he'd called his mother and told her he was away for a few days on business. He hadn't expected her not to believe him— she'd called his assistant to double-check.

"What did you tell her?" Eugene asked.

"I told her you were definitely out of town. Then she wanted to know why I didn't go with you, so I said I had some family issues to handle."

the future, if my mother calls again, just

sheepishly. "She's just worried about you,

got too much free time," Eugene snorted. "If she spent half as much effort keeping

offered. “It's normal for boys his age to be a

finished dressing and reminded his assistant, “Don't tell anyone about my injury-not even my father. I'm not going


"Understood," the assistant nodded.

a polite goodbye to Sylvia in the

into a crisp new shirt and suit. Aside from the bandage on his forehead, he looked every bit the charming gentleman

the clock. “Let's

drive today," Eugene

“You're sure you're not

hesitated, touching his forehead instinctively.

need a full

grinned. "Whatever you say,

then the elevator arrived. She stepped in, avoiding the

would have been impatient, but today he was in

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