Avery didn't know how to answer Olivia's question. She had to make up something.

"He's very busy."

Olivia helped her get zipped. She wanted to make up for Avery and gave her all the love she couldn't give her in the last dozens of years. She had so much to tell her.

The afternoon turned into evening. Logan asked his PA to get Olivia, and Avery received Tinder's text with Evan's location.

It was the address of a hotel. Evan didn't return to the castle. Instead, he went to a hotel.

She planned to come over to the castle if Tinder didn't text her back.

On her way out, Avery checked up on Andrew. He was asleep. The doctor said the fever was caused by an irregular heartbeat. He had given Andrew some prescriptions. His temperature dropped.

Avery told the maids to look after Andrew. Then she left the presidential house to the hotel where Evan stayed.

To her surprise, she was kept away by the bodyguard at the door room.

"Miss Peters, Mr. Howel said you're not allowed in," one of the bodyguards said.

Evan got mad at her in the past. But this time was the worst. Usually, he would see her no matter how angry he was. He would not ask the bodyguards to guard the door.

She had to call Tinder. But Tinder was also in a tough spot.

"Mrs. Howel, Mr. Howel, is still angry. How about you come by the other day?"

"What if I have to see him to-day."

Tinder looked at the bathroom.

"Mr. Howel is still in the bathroom. I will ask him after he goes out."

Tinder couldn't take the risk to ask Evan right now. When the master got mad, the housekeeper and PA like Tinder were the first to taste the fire. As Evan's personal assistant & driver & errands boy, Tinder was the first to be complicated.

Avery could sense the depressed environment at this end of the phone. She didn't force him but negotiated with him.

"I don't see him, but can you let me in? I'll leave before he comes out of the bathroom."

Tinder didn't know what Avery planned to do. But he spent lots of time with Evan and Avery, so he could tell Avery cared about Evan though she didn't say. He thought about it and let Avery in.

Avery walked in and heard the water rushing from the bathroom. Evan was a neat freak. He always spent more than 20 minutes in the shower. This was how much she had.

Avery didn't have time to waste. She asked Tinder to get her post-it note and a pen. The post-it note was in the shape of a pink heart. It was what she had in mind. She wrote something down and stuck it someplace distinctive. Evan would notice it immediately. Then she left before Evan came out of the bathroom.

The second Avery left, Evan came out of the bathroom. The post-it note was stuck on the bathroom door. It didn't hold and fell slowly down on the ground.

Evan looked down at it while drying his hair with a white cloth.

"There are two kinds of men in my world. The first is my man. The second is my man, who tends to get jealous."

Evan bared his teeth and looked around the room cold. It was not different.

Tinder came over in an anxious mood. He thought it was the best if he came forward.

"Sir, Mrs. Howel just came by. She has left."

"Who allows you to let her in?"

Tinder knew Evan would ask him this question. But he could not think of a better reason. He kept silent and accepted his fate.

He thought Evan would kick him. But Evan ignored him and walked over to the closet. There was the same sticker on the handrail.

"Don't get mad at me anymore, will you?"

Evan overlooked it. He opened the closet, took out the clothes, and got dressed. He came to the mirror, and there was the note again.

"I miss you! Come and have dinner with me!"

But Evan didn't get loosen up. He tore them all down and threw in the bin. He hesitated for a moment and picked them up. Then he placed them on the shelf.

If it was any other time, Evan would get thrilled at Avery's warm actions.

But every time it was him that was abandoned. For Avery, he was only a plan B that came and went as Avery pleased. However, every time Evan thought of Avery left him for Andrew, and he couldn't hold back the urge inside his chest.

He was in humble love with her. He was fine with it. But he was afraid of the insecurity. He was afraid Avery would throw him away like a toy she got bored with.

She walked over to the table, and there was another note.

"If you forgive me, you will see me in the hall waiting."

Evan twitched his mouth. He finally threw it in the bin.

Tinder was sharp to anticipate Evan's movements. He got dressed and was ready to leave. Tinder was pleased. Evan was ready to leave.

Tinder had to give it to Avery. Evan was so gloomy just now. But he looked okay. It seemed he was going to see Avery.

Evan took the watch from the table and wore it.

"Ask the driver to meet us downstairs."

Tinder hurried to give the order to the driver. Then he followed Evan to leave the room.

Avery was on the sofa in the hotel hall. She was Evan immediately. He always liked to display his wealth and position. As long as he showed up, everyone's attention was drawn to him. Soon women started screaming.

Avery was afraid Evan couldn't see her. So she got up.

Actually, she didn't have to. Evan saw her immediately too. But to her surprise, Evan walked right over to the gate and ignored her.

Avery was confused in a few seconds. Didn't Evan come downstairs because he saw the notes? He had no intention to see her at all?

Avery was baffled and went after Evan.

"Evan!" Avery shouted out.

Evan had his back at her. He slightly turned his head. There was a halo around his flawless face. He looked like a Greek god.

"What can I help you, Miss Peters?"

"My notes... Didn't you see?"

"Yes, I did. So what?"

"You..."

Evan looked down at his watch.

"Miss Peters, I'm otherwise engaged. I'm in a hurry."

Avery walked over in front of Evan.

"Evan, I've apologized to you. What more do you want?"

Evan rested both hands in his pocket and looked at her calmly. There were sparkles of stars in his deep brown eyes. But his look was cold. Avery watched and felt scorched.

"I don't want anything," Evan said coldly.

Avery looked up at Evan. He seemed to lose so much weight overnight. The lines on his face were more obvious and sharper, especially when the muscles on his jaws were quite tight. Although his face was flawless, his look was terrifying.

Avery bit her tongues and hesitated. Finally, she asked the question she wanted to ask.

"Are you still mad at me?"

Evan stared at Avery with a meaningful look. His lips were as sharp as the words he was about to say.

"Avery, what am I to you?"