Chapter 64

Chapter 64

Evelyn was stunned for a moment when she heard William's words, then softly acknowledged and said nothing more.

She had no other options. They couldn't just stand there all night, and since William had already volunteered to sleep on the floor, if she kept fussing about it, she'd seem overly dramatic.

But having someone else in the room, even on the floor, even though they barely knew each other, made it impossible for her to completely relax.

On the other side, William lay on the floor, unable to sleep at all.

In the darkness, he could clearly hear Evelyn's breathing from the bed—soft and steady. He could tell she was trying hard to relax.

William stared at the pitch-black ceiling with his eyes open, his mind full of images of Evelyn.

And so, one lying on the bed, one lying on the floor, both lost in their own thoughts, sleepless through the night. Finally, as dawn broke and light gradually appeared outside the window, the room slowly became brighter.

Evelyn slowly opened her eyes, adjusted to the light, and sat up slowly. She turned to look at the floor. William was still lying there with his eyes closed, seemingly asleep, his brow slightly furrowed as if thinking about something troubling. His usual coldness and distance had faded quite a bit, replaced by a softer look.

William opened his eyes and met Evelyn's gaze directly. Their eyes locked, hiding certain emotions.

Just then, Gwendolyn's voice came from outside the door, carrying some urgency and apology: "Evelyn, William, are you awake? The power went out last night, and the door lock broke—I'm so sorry you had to go through that. I specially made breakfast for you. Come down and eat."

William walked over and opened the door to see Gwendolyn sitting in a wheelchair, being pushed by a servant. Her face wore an apologetic smile, but her eyes held a barely noticeable hint of probing.

"Grandma, why did you come up here?" William's tone carried a trace of helplessness. He didn't need to think twice—last night's power outage and broken door lock were definitely Gwendolyn's doing.

Gwendolyn smiled and said, "I was worried about you two! The power went out, and you were locked in the room—you must have suffered." As she spoke, she looked at Evelyn, her tone gentle. "Evelyn, did you sleep well last night? Was the room comfortable?"

Evelyn smiled and shook her head. "Gwendolyn, I'm fine. I slept very well, and the room was very comfortable. Please don't be so formal."

"That's good," Gwendolyn breathed a sigh of relief, her face breaking into a smile. "Quick, go down for breakfast. I had the servants make your favorites, all hot and fresh."

Evelyn nodded. "Let me just wash up first, I'll be right down."

"Good, go ahead. We'll wait for you downstairs." Gwendolyn said with a smile, her eyes full of affection.

Evelyn turned and walked into the bathroom, closed the door, and let out a soft breath.

She quickly finished washing up, straightened her clothes, and came out of the bathroom.

At that moment, William was helping Gwendolyn, preparing to go downstairs. When he saw Evelyn come out, William's gaze paused, a flash of amazement crossing his eyes.

Evelyn had just washed up and wore no makeup. Her skin was fair, her features delicate, and she looked even softer than usual—especially beautiful.

Evelyn felt uncomfortable under his gaze and instinctively looked away, saying softly, "Let's go down."

"Okay." William snapped back to reality, nodded, and helped Gwendolyn follow behind Evelyn down the stairs.

Just as they reached the top of the stairs, Gwendolyn gave William a look, signaling him to come with her.

William had no choice but to let Evelyn go down first while he helped Gwendolyn walk to a corner nearby.

"Grandma, what is it?" William's tone carried helplessness. He could probably guess what Gwendolyn wanted to talk about.

Gwendolyn grabbed his hand, her tone urgent: "William, how did last night go? Did you get a chance to talk with Evelyn? Did you two make any progress?"

William sighed helplessly. "Grandma, stop worrying so much. Nothing happened last night. And the power outage and broken door lock—that was your doing, wasn't it?"

Caught in her scheme, Gwendolyn wasn't embarrassed at all. Instead, she said righteously, "I'm doing this for your own good! Look at you—you clearly like Evelyn but never make a move. If I don't give you a push, when will you two ever get together? Evelyn is such a wonderful woman, you can't let her slip away."

"Grandma, I know you mean well," William's tone softened, "but matters of the heart can't be forced, and you can't use these kinds of tactics. I like Evelyn, truly. I want to rely on my own efforts to let her see my sincerity, to make her willingly be with me—not through these little tricks."

Gwendolyn looked at him, her eyes full of relief mixed with a trace of worry. "I'm happy you think this way. But Evelyn is a reserved girl who doesn't easily open her heart. If you don't take more initiative, someone else might snatch her away. Tell me, you used to treat Amelia so well—why are you dragging your feet when it comes to Evelyn?"

At the mention of Amelia, William's expression instantly turned cold, his tone full of regret. "Grandma, this is different. Please don't pull these stunts anymore, okay?"

Seeing his sincere eyes and knowing he had truly thought things through, Gwendolyn stopped insisting and sighed helplessly. "Fine, I won't interfere anymore. But William, you need to seize your opportunities. If you miss her, you'll never meet someone this good again in your life."

"I know, Grandma. Don't worry, I will." William nodded seriously, his eyes full of determination. He wouldn't miss his chance with Evelyn again. No matter how much effort it took, he would make Evelyn accept him.

"That's right," Gwendolyn smiled and patted his hand. "Quick, let's go down. Evelyn is still waiting for us downstairs. Don't keep her waiting."

"Okay." William nodded and helped Gwendolyn walk downstairs.

In the dining room downstairs, Evelyn sat at the table, looking at the breakfast spread, feeling warm inside. The table was filled with things she loved—sandwiches, millet porridge, and smoothies. Clearly, Gwendolyn had put real thought into this.

Seeing William and Gwendolyn coming down, Evelyn quickly stood up. "Gwendolyn, William, please sit."

Gwendolyn was helped into her seat by William and smiled at Evelyn. "Evelyn, eat up before it gets cold." As she spoke, she poured a glass of warm milk for Evelyn and handed it to her.