Chapter 4247

Chapter 4247

“Mr. York.”

Evan entered the office building, where a solitary receptionist welcomed him.

She had already received a call from Abby. Upon seeing Evan, she courteously guided him to the VIP room on the first floor.

“Mr. York, Vice President Du mentioned it’s chilly outside, so she asked me to have you wait in the VIP room for a bit. Please warm up and enjoy some hot water before heading back.”

Evan smiled warmly. “I’ll wait here for Vice President Du to finish her work.”

The receptionist nodded and didn’t press further. She had said what needed to be said; it was up to Evan whether he would listen.

She was accustomed to seeing Evan arrive with flowers and an assortment of gifts. Each time he visited, he brought something for Vice President Du, never arriving empty-handed.

This had always been his approach.

Evan was handsome, came from a reputable family, and knew how to make women feel cherished. Which woman could resist his appeal?

Last year, Vice President Du had succumbed to it.

However, just as she began to develop feelings for him, Evan withdrew and returned to Wiltspoon. Vice President Du even followed him there, only to return disheartened.

For a time, she was in a slump. Everyone speculated about the situation, but no one dared to ask her directly.

Then, at the start of this year, Evan returned, pursuing her once more. That’s when everyone began to piece together the narrative.

Given the events of the previous year, the staff couldn’t help but cast skeptical glances at Evan’s renewed interest. Was it sincere, or merely another ploy?

When President Du put Evan in his place, the employees—especially the male ones who secretly admired Vice President Du—felt a sense of satisfaction. Some even wished they could teach Evan a lesson themselves.

Evan placed the gifts he had brought on the coffee table in front of the sofa.

The receptionist poured him a cup of hot water.

“Mr. York, here’s some hot water to help you warm up,” the receptionist said.

“Thank you,” Evan replied.

“You’re welcome! Please make yourself comfortable; I’ll step out for a moment.”

Evan nodded, and the receptionist left.

He waited nearly two hours before he finally heard footsteps approaching.

Quickly setting down his cup, Evan stood up and stepped out of the VIP room.

He saw Abby and Spencer walking side by side, deep in conversation, with Spencer’s secretary trailing behind. Both were smiling, appearing relaxed and happy.

“Abby,” Spencer suddenly called out.

When Abby paused, he reached out to adjust her coat.

Abby froze for a moment before chuckling. “Mr. York, you’re always so considerate. I noticed your coat was a bit messy, so I thought I’d fix it for you.”

Spencer smiled warmly, like a gentle spring breeze.

“You’ve been working so late because of me. You must be hungry. Let me treat you to a midnight snack.”

As he spoke, Spencer reached for Abby’s hand.

However, just before he could touch her, a larger hand intervened, pulling Abby aside.

Spencer didn’t need to look to know it was Evan.

His outstretched hand lingered in the air for a moment before he turned to face Evan.

“Evan, you’re still here?”

Abby felt a wave of relief as Evan pulled her aside.

Sometimes, she couldn’t help but wonder if Spencer was trying to push their relationship into something more—even if it was just to provoke Evan.