CHAPTER 499: CHAPTER 499: WOULD HE LIKE IT

After hesitating for a moment, Evelyn Clayton got into the passenger seat.

She fastened her seatbelt and looked over at James Grant.

James Grant’s jawline seemed a bit tense, it’s unclear whether he was nervous or angry about something.

"What a coincidence," Evelyn said softly, "to run into you here."

James drove the car onto a ramp and said in a low voice, "There’s a flagship store of brand H nearby, they have the size of the gift I want."

Out of the corner of her eye, Evelyn saw an orange bag sitting on the back seat.

She suddenly remembered seeing James and Lynn Yates at the mall that day, and they had gone into this very luxury store.

"Is it a gift for your father?" Evelyn’s hand resting on her knee curled slightly, her fingertips touched the tender skin of her palm, and she unconsciously clenched it, "Very thoughtful."

James was surprised that Evelyn would chat with him so calmly.

In fact, the fact that Evelyn got into the car without saying anything was astonishing enough.

"Yes, I can’t go empty-handed." James turned at an intersection, which was on the way to Evelyn’s house, "Shall I take you home first?"

Evelyn responded with a faint hum.

After a while, she suddenly spoke, though her eyes still watched the swiftly passing street view outside, "Aren’t you curious why I am near Vernal Street?"

"So, why?" James finally managed to ask the question he’d been holding back.

Just now, he had clearly seen that the direction Evelyn came from was a residential alley with hardly any restaurants.

Oh, the Vernal Street Police Station is there.

James felt genuinely puzzled.

But he didn’t dare to ask more, fearing it would anger Evelyn.

"I went to the police station to handle some matters," Evelyn spoke slowly, "Earlier, the driver who was complicit with John Jacobs in kidnapping me, his family was found, and somehow, they contacted the Vernal Street Police Station."

James thought for a moment, recalling, "You asked the police in Y Province to find that driver’s family for you before, was it to help take care of them?"

Evelyn suddenly turned to look at him and countered with a different question, "Do you know what that driver’s name was?"

Her topic shifted strangely, leaving James momentarily baffled.

But soon, James still frowned slightly and said softly, "I don’t know."

"His name is Lars Alden," Evelyn said slowly, "His father is Morgan Alden, does that name sound familiar to you?"

The two names were completely unfamiliar, and James couldn’t recall anyone he knew with those names.

But he sensed something was off about Evelyn’s emotions.

He glanced sidelong at Evelyn.

Now that he was close, James noticed the redness and slight swelling at the corners of Evelyn’s eyes.

The car was already near Evelyn’s apartment complex. James pressed the accelerator to drive in and parked in the nearest spot inside the complex.

"Have you been crying?" James stared at Evelyn, "What’s wrong?"

Evelyn was still looking outside. At the sound of his voice, she turned slightly and suddenly revealed a faint smile, "It’s nothing. I just felt bad after hearing at the police station that Lars Alden’s wife has had a hard time."

No, something’s off.

Such a voice arose in James’s heart.

Evelyn is not usually this sentimental.

However, before James could ask more, Evelyn abruptly said, "Since you’re already here, why don’t you come up for a bit? I happened to buy a gift for Uncle Grant yesterday too. You can help me see if he’ll like it."