CHAPTER 85: CHAPTER 85: WHY TAKE IT SO SERIOUSLY?

Evelyn Clayton had previously only heard that James Grant was promiscuous and selfish, without caring much about his background.

Now, after interacting with him more, she felt that the rumors weren’t all that accurate.

At least, he wasn’t as happy as outsiders claimed.

He had wealth, power, and looks, but lacked a mother’s companionship and a complete family.

"Why the expression, feeling sorry for me?" James Grant asked with a raised eyebrow and a smile.

"I’m exhausted from your demands on revising drafts, feeling sorry for you is less than feeling sorry for myself," Evelyn continued her drawing, occasionally asking James Grant for his opinion.

James leaned over onto her shoulder, "Here, add two more floral patterns."

His breath fell entirely on Evelyn’s ear, tickling her so much that she kept leaning back.

"James Grant, stay a bit farther from me."

"Why? If I’m far away, how will you hear my requests? Keep revising."

James held her hand, "Keep drawing."

Their distance was just a touch away, their breaths so close they brushed each other’s faces.

Evelyn accidentally locked eyes with James’s dark, profound gaze, and for a moment, she was completely lost.

She had never realized that James’s eyes were so beautiful, outwardly extended and inwardly hooked, seemingly holding a spring, leaving a person unknowingly mesmerized...

In a moment of flustered confusion, Evelyn reached out to push away the man standing firmly in front of her.

A moment later, James’s breathing became increasingly heavy.

"Are you trying to seduce me?"

Evelyn snapped back to reality to realize that her hand had landed inappropriately on the man, her face suddenly heating up as she pulled it back as if she’d been electrocuted.

"Stop kidding around! What if someone walks in later! Let go of me, quickly!"

"It’s still during lunch break; no one will come."

James’s voice was husky, his eyes burning with an unmistakable desire, unbearably sexy.

But the next second, there was a knock at the door, as if it was a slap to James’s face.

"Director Clayton, Director Grant, may I come in?"

Quentin Hale considerately brought a few menus, waiting respectfully at the door.

Hearing this, Evelyn quickly pushed James away, sitting back in her chair, gasping for air with flushed ears, intentionally creating distance between them.

"Come in."

James still maintained his previous posture, a few strands of impeccably combed hair fell out of place, but his eyes showed a hint of frustration from unfulfilled desire.

After entering, Quentin immediately sensed he might have stumbled upon something significant.

"Maybe I should come back later."

Evelyn hurriedly called him back, "No need. Say what you came to say."

"I wanted to ask if you’d like me to order lunch for you?"

"No need, I’ll go down myself. Director Grant, I’ve finished drawing the logo. If you have any comments, you can call me; I’ll make edits."

Having said this, Evelyn grabbed her bag and left, giving James no chance to stop her.

Standing there, Quentin scratched his head, "Director Grant, did I say something wrong? Why did Director Pierce leave?"

James shot him a sidelong glance, coldly saying, "Incompetent to succeed, yet more than enough to ruin."

"Director Grant, I—"

...

Outside the door, Evelyn swiftly ran into the elevator.

Looking up, she found there was someone else in the elevator.

Jasper Grant looked at the suddenly rushing in Evelyn, surprised, "It’s you?"

Recently, he had encountered a teary-eyed Amber Whitman downstairs, hearing her narrate a bunch of negative things about Evelyn Clayton—

"You’re saying you stole her draft? And then thought it was a joke?"

Amber’s eyes were brimming with tears, pitifully looking at him.

"I really just meant it as a joke... How was I to know she’d take it so seriously?"