Better Late, But Never His Again novel Chapter 102

He was doing this to help mend their relationship. Hazel had always misunderstood Evelyn, and he hoped this would give them a chance to sit down and talk things out calmly. After all, Hazel wasn't entirely an unreasonable person.

Evelyn smiled sweetly. "I will, Julian. I'll head inside first."

She hugged the lunchbox and walked into the lobby, her smile fading into a chilly sneer the second she saw Hazel's back.

They were the only two in the elevator. Evelyn stood behind Hazel, a mocking curl on her lips.

Just as Hazel sat at her desk and booted up her computer, Evelyn walked past her. She placed the thermal lunchbox heavily onto her own desk, making a deliberate thud. Sitting down, she let out an exaggerated sigh, lacing her tone with helplessness.

"I told him he didn't have to, but Julian insisted on cooking for me. I heard he woke up extra early just to do it."

She turned her head, a smirk tugging at her lips. "Hazel, has Julian ever made breakfast for you?"

Hazel turned to her slowly, her gaze as dead and calm as a stagnant pool.

She glanced at the thermal container and suddenly let out an amused laugh.

"You mean that thing you've been clutching? So those leftovers were actually for you. I thought we were just supposed to toss the scraps in the trash."

Evelyn's face drained of color.

She stared down at the lunchbox. What? Leftovers? How could Julian possibly feed her leftovers? Hazel had to be lying out of sheer jealousy.

She took a deep breath, composing herself, and offered a look of manufactured pity.

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