Billionaire’s 117


Chapter 117

Evelyn stepped out of the third house she had inspected for the day, her eyes scanning the tree-lined estate as she took in the neighborhood. She sighed, feeling a bit overwhelmed by the choices and the responsibility of finding the perfect home for her family.

Seeing the look on her face, the realtor could guess that she wasn't impressed, but Evelyn's phone buzzed in her pocket before she could say anything.

Evelyn felt a flutter in her chest when she saw Derek's name on the screen, and her lips curved in a wide smile as she answered.

Although they had spoken earlier that morning, the call had not been for long since she was getting Samantha ready for school then, and he had mostly talked to Samantha, not her.

"Hello, D," she asked, her voice soft and warm as she stepped away from the realtor so she could speak comfortably.

"D, huh?" Derek asked with an amused smile, and Evelyn giggled.

"You call me Eve, after all. And I've been meaning to call you that for a while now," she said, and he chuckled. "Well, you can call me whatever you want as long as it's not the annoying Mr Stone you always used in the past," he said, and she giggled.

"I can't exactly call you Mr Stone anymore, can I?" She asked, and he chuckled.

"You had better not. So, how's your day going? Found any houses you like yet?" He asked curiously.

Evelyn glanced back at the house she'd just toured. "I'm still working on it. I've seen a few nice places, but nothing that feels like home yet. I'm trying to be thorough, but I hope to find something soon." "Yeah. You should be thorough. I'm sure you'll know the right one when you see it," Derek said encouragingly.

"By the way, I never got the chance to ask you earlier when you called — when did you leave last night?" Evelyn asked curiously. Derek laughed, a low, comforting sound that seemed to spread warmth all over her. "I left after you fell asleep.

You were out like a light."

night had ended. "Well, I slept like a baby. After what you did,

Glad to know I'm good for something. If you're having difficulties falling asleep in the future, invite me over, and I'll knock you out," Derek joked, his tone light, and Evelyn laughed softly. "You're good for

your

and went on to tell him about the drama with

your parents might have had regarding her innocence," Derek

Enough about me. How did it go with your

home as planned?" She asked, and Derek laughed as he recalled his father's

had always wanted a daughter, and now he has a granddaughter. He's already looking forward to meeting her. I told him

sure we can arrange that," she said, glad that his father was happy about

for it. I want him to meet you and Samantha soon," he

significant step, one she wasn't sure she was ready for, but there was no denying the excitement and warmth that bloomed inside her at the thought. "Why don't you invite him over for lunch or dinner after

hesitation in his voice. "But we don't know how long that's going to take, and my dad - he'd rather not wait that long. He's eager to see Samantha. Would you be okay with me taking her out this Saturday? Just the two

lip, her thoughts racing. She trusted Derek, but the idea of him spending time alone with Samantha was still new. "So, you're planning to spend the day only with Samantha?

all these years. It's only fair that

when there was a soft knock

to

"Let her in," he instructed, then turned his attention back to Evelyn. "I'm sorry, Eve, but I have to go. Sandra just arrived. I'll call you back

Sandra, but she pushed it aside. "Alright, D. I'll

call, Sandra walked into the office, her usual confidence tempered with a slightly sheepish

greeted her warmly, though there was an edge of

expression a mix of guilt and playfulness. "Are you still mad at me for what I

head slightly, feigning ignorance. "What did you

strap of her handbag. "For involving your mother the other day," she confessed, her eyes briefly dropping to the floor. "I thought

Didn't he do that?"

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