Chapter 93 Everything You Touched
Evelyn’s day passed in a blur.
Compared to the previous day, the workload had doubled. Files stacked endlessly on her desk, meetings overlapped, and by the time she finally leaned back in her chair, her eyes ached slightly from the strain.
Just as she was about to take a short break, a knock came.
Leo stepped in.
Just like yesterday, he held a neatly packed lunchbox.
Except this time… it wasn’t just lunch.
On his other hand was a bouquet of fresh flowers.
Evelyn blinked.
“For you, Madam,” Leo said politely, placing both on her desk.
Her gaze lingered on the flowers.
“For me?” she asked dumbfounded.
Leo smiled sheepishly. “Yes, boss lady. From boss.”
Evelyn couldn't help it, her lips broke into a wide smile as she reached for the flowers.
“Thank you.” She politely told Leo as he walked out. While she took a sniff on the fresh flowers.
—
By the time she left the office that evening, the sky had softened into warm hues.
She had barely taken a few steps out when she began to hear whispers.
“Mr. Sinclair sent his wife flowers today. Leo confirmed it himself !”
“Yeah, I saw the flowers too. I didn't know Mr. Sinclair was that romantic.”
“I mean, he’s always been decent, but this? It’s surprising.”
A quiet laugh followed.
“If I marry an older man, I want this kind of treatment.”
“Right? She’s so lucky…”
Evelyn slowed for just a moment, her expression unreadable. Then continued walking.
She didn’t know how to react to any of it.
—
When she got home, she immediately noticed something different.
Roman wasn't dressed more casually than usual.
He looked up as she entered.
“You’re back.”
Evelyn nodded, setting her bag aside.
“Where are you going?” she asked.
Roman didn’t answer her question directly.
“Go freshen up. I’ll heat the food.”
She paused, then studied him more closely.
“…Where’s Mrs. Chen?”
“She’s around,” he replied.
Evelyn frowned slightly.
“Then why have you been cooking lately?” She asked curiously.
“I’ve noticed.”
Roman met her gaze, then smiled faintly.
“Can’t I cook for my wife?”
Evelyn blinked. “That’s not what I meant.”
“Our roles have changed,” he said calmly. “You’re working now.”
There was a brief pause before he continued.
“So I should just sit around and do nothing?”
Evelyn opened her mouth, then hesitated.
“When you were working,” she said slowly, “I didn’t cook for you all the time. Are you saying I was lazy before?”
Roman went still.
Then, almost immediately, he raised a hand to his forehead.
“How did this conversation get here?”
Evelyn huffed, crossing her arms.
Before she could say anything else, Roman stepped toward her.
She instinctively stilled, a small part of her expecting a hug, or at least an attempt to placate her.
Instead—
Pank!
A sharp sound echoed lightly.
Evelyn froze completely.
For a full second, her mind refused to process what had just happened.
“What was that for?!” she snapped, her face flushing as she rubbed her butt.
“Go freshen up,” Roman said calmly. “Then come eat.”
“That is not a reason to spank me!”
“…Sorry.”
He scratched his ear lightly.
Then did something even more shocking.
He reached out… and gently rubbed the same spot.
Evelyn’s eyes widened.
“What are you doing?!”
“I’m soothing the pain.”
She slapped his hand away instantly.
Her face burned.
Without another word, she turned and hurried upstairs.
Roman watched her go, a faint smile playing on his lips.
—
When Evelyn came back down, the table had already been set.
Dinner was quiet.
She picked at her food, still sulking, while Roman observed her calmly.
“How was work?” he asked.
“…Busy.”
“What kind of busy?”
“…Just busy.”
Her answers were short and half-hearted.
Roman didn’t press further.
\-
After dinner, Roman suddenly stood up. “Let's go.”
Evelyn finally looked at him. “Where are we going?”
“To get you some new clothes,” he replied.
She blinked in surprise.
“I’ll be right back.”
Roman raised a brow. “Where?”
“To change, of course.”
He looked at her from head to toe.
“What’s wrong with what you’re wearing?”
Evelyn glanced down at herself.
She was wearing a soft cream-colored dress, simple and elegant, falling just below her knees.
Too simple.
She looked back at him—at his effortlessly put-together slightly casual look.
“It’s too casual,” she said. “And my hair…”
She reached for her bun.
“I should fix it. Dress properly.”
Roman shook his head.
“No.”
She paused.
“I like you more this way.”
“…But—”
“Let’s go.”
He took her hand before she could argue further.
As they walked toward the door, his gaze flickered briefly to her neck.
Then he reached up and removed the pin securing her hair.
Her bun loosened instantly, her hair falling softly down her back.
Roman adjusted it slightly.
“Better.”
Evelyn cast him a side glance.
“You won’t let me change my clothes,” she muttered, “but you have a problem with my hair?”
Roman didn’t answer.
He simply held her hand and led her outside.
As they made their way toward the car, Evelyn’s thoughts drifted.
Back then, she had never been allowed to dress casually. Especially when going out.
Her stepmother had always been strict about appearances.
“You represent the Hayes family. Don’t lower our standards.”
Even something as simple as this would have been criticized.
But Roman didn’t seem to care about status or appearances.
He just… liked her.
The thought lingered quietly in her mind as he opened the car door for her.
—
The car slowed before a building that didn’t look like any shopping mall Evelyn had seen before.
There were no bright signs. No crowds. No noise.
Glass walls reflected the soft evening lights, and the entrance was guarded—not aggressively, but with a presence that made it clear this was not a place just anyone could walk into.
Evelyn stepped out slowly, her gaze lifting.
“…This is a mall?”
Roman walked around the car and stopped beside her.
“Something like that.”
‘Something like that?’
Before she could question it further, the doors opened.
Not automatically.
Two uniformed staff members stepped forward and opened them for them.
Evelyn hesitated, then walked in.
—
The inside was… different.
No loud chatter. No crowded displays.
Each store was spaced apart like private galleries, with soft lighting, polished floors, and carefully curated pieces displayed like art.
Even the air felt expensive.
Before they had taken more than a few steps, a man in a tailored suit approached them, stopping at a respectful distance before giving a slight bow.
“Mr. Sinclair,” his tone respectful.
“It’s been a while.”
Roman gave a small nod in acknowledgment.
“Prepare something for her.”
That was all he said.
The man turned to Evelyn immediately, his posture just as respectful, but noticeably more attentive.
“This way, Madam.”
—
Within minutes, Evelyn found herself seated in a private lounge inside one of the boutiques.
With soft cushions, and a glass table.
Refreshments already placed in front of her without her asking.
And then clothes began to appear.
They kept coming.
Different fabrics, different cuts, different styles—each piece more refined than the last.
Evelyn stared.
“This is… a bit much, isn’t it?”
“No,” Roman replied simply, seated not too far from her, his posture relaxed. “You’ll need more.”
She didn’t argue.
Mostly because she didn’t know where to start.
—
At first, she tried to stay composed.
She picked a few pieces—only the ones she genuinely liked, and went into the dressing room.
But every time she stepped out, Roman’s gaze would sweep over her once, assessing calmly.
Then he would look away, and give a slight nod.
A staff would immediately step forward.
“We’ll prepare this one, Madam.”
Evelyn thought nothing of it. At least… not at first.
But then it happened again, and again.
By the fourth time, something felt… off.
She stood in front of the mirror, smoothing the fabric down slightly.
“I don’t think I need this one,” she said, half to herself.
“It’s already been included, Madam.”
Evelyn turned.
“Included?”
“Yes. Mr. Sinclair asked us to wrap up everything you selected.”
“…Everything?”
She frowned slightly.
“I only chose a few.”
The staff hesitated briefly. Then answered carefully.
“Everything you tried on, Madam.”
Evelyn went still.
“…What? Hold on.”
She stepped out immediately.
Roman was still seated, flipping casually through a magazine.
“Roman.”
He looked up.
“Yes?”
“Why are they packing everything?”
He didn’t even pause.
“If you touched it, it means you liked it.”
“That’s not how it works,” she said, staring at him. “Some of them were just to try—”
“It suits you.”
“That’s not the point—”
Roman closed the magazine and set it aside.
His gaze settled on her fully now. Calm, and certain
“I have more than enough money to spend on you,” he said. “You don’t have to think about it. I won't go broke.”
Evelyn opened her mouth, then closed it.
Her thoughts stalled completely.
“And this,” he added, glancing briefly at the growing stack of packaged items, “isn’t even much.”
She stared at him. Still speechless.
“We still need to arrange custom pieces for you.”
A pause.
“So no, we’re not done.”