Chapter 722 Do You Realize What You Did Wrong?
"Alright, Richard, no time to waste; I'll go back and contact a familiar doctor first, and then we'll make plans," Nora said.
"Alright, Dr. Smith, thank you so much." Richard felt grateful.
Thanks to Nora, this divine doctor in Lindwood City. Otherwise, Joseph's situation would probably be difficult to resolve.
Nora smiled and didn't make small talk with Richard anymore.
They entered the living room; Nora bid farewell to everyone and then left.
"Richard, can I have a word with Evella?"
Howard couldn't wait to spend time alone with Evella, wanting to pamper her.
Richard was somewhat absent-minded, waving his hand. "Go ahead."
"Thank you, Richard."
Howard reached out and took Evella, then glanced at Joseph. "Joseph, we're leaving first."
Although Joseph had been contradicting him, he was Evella's godbrother, so he still needed to show the appropriate courtesy.
Joseph remained silent, his gaze cold.
"Dad, Joseph, we're leaving."
After saying goodbye to the two, Evella followed Howard out.
Joseph watched them leave with a cold expression and said, "Richard, you might consider finding a better match for Evella than Howard."
Richard glanced at him, rubbing his temples.
Since he knew Joseph might be under hypnosis, he wouldn't be surprised by anything Joseph said.
Richard was just curious. The Rothschild family probably only wanted to use Joseph to control the Bilian Group.
However, Joseph seemed particularly insistent on marrying Evella.
"Joseph, I'm tired. I'm going back to my room. I'll say it again, you should give up on marrying Evella."
He decided to placate Joseph first, then after Nora contacted the doctor, they would conduct an examination for Joseph.
Outside.
Howard drove away from the residential area with Evella.
Evella sat in the passenger seat, looking at the street view without saying a word.
The car was quiet, the lights outside flickering, occasionally casting over her beautiful face.
It wasn't until Evella noticed the car was heading in the wrong direction that she couldn't help but ask, "Where are you taking me?"
Howard glanced at her. "Are you willing to talk to me now?"
Feeling his gentle gaze, Evella pouted and quickly looked away.
"When did I refuse to talk to you?"
Howard should have sensed her discomfort.
At this moment, she didn't want to speak first.
Feeling a warmth on her hand, Howard's handsome hand gently held Evella's.
"I'm sorry. I was wrong."
A friend once said, whether or not he was wrong, if Evella felt he was wrong, then he was wrong.
'Even if he was not wrong, apologize first before anything else!' Howard thought to himself.
"Where were you wrong?" Evella asked him, tilting her head.
Howard said, "Wherever you think I am wrong, that's where I am wrong."
Evella withdrew her hand from Howard's palm. "So you don't actually think you're wrong, it's just that I think you're wrong, so you're just placating me?"
Howard was taken aback, quickly saying, "No, I was wrong, I really was."
"Then what did you do wrong?"
"I shouldn't have let Rachel taste the dish I made," Howard said.
Evella looked at him steadily. "Is that what you truly believe, Howard? Actually, you must think I'm making a fuss for no reason. Clearly, you and Rachel didn't do anything, yet I'm making a big deal out of it."
Howard's gaze flickered, lips pursed lightly.
Honestly, he felt wronged.
He and Rachel really didn't do anything.
But Howard definitely couldn't say that.
"No, it was my oversight. You weren't making a fuss. You've always defended me in front of Richard."
Defending Howard didn't mean she had no grudges. She just didn't want to embarrass him.
Evella looked at Howard's innocent expression, feeling frustrated.
Howard seemed unaware of why she was upset.
He didn't realize why he was wrong.
She didn't feel like talking anymore.
Evella pouted and turned her head to look out the car window again.
Howard remained silent, thinking about the methods his friends had taught him to appease Evella.
He had apologized, but it seemed ineffective.
Next, he might have to resort to hugs and kisses.
The car sped along the quiet asphalt road, turning a few corners before entering the urban area.
Pedestrian and vehicular traffic began to increase.
As Howard drove past a flower shop, he turned the steering wheel and parked the car by the roadside.
Evella, who had been silent all this time, was still sulking.
Seeing Howard get out of the car without a word, she wanted to ask what he was doing but didn't want to lower her dignity by speaking first.
So she watched him enter the flower shop like that.
Evella was taken aback, wondering why Howard went to the flower shop.
Looking at the clusters of colorful flower bouquets outside the shop, Evella's gloomy mood inexplicably brightened.
Women loved flowers, and Evella was no exception.
At that moment, Evella was already thinking about how she should react if Howard gave her flowers later.
Should she forgive him right away or pretend a little longer?
Feeling unsettled, Evella took out her phone and scrolled through her social media, where she saw Howard's previous post.
Great, he had to ask others how to appease her.
How unthoughtful of him!
Soon, Howard emerged from the flower shop with a large bouquet of red roses in his hands.
He tapped on the car window, a smile in his eyes.
Evella put away her phone, rolled down the window, and asked calmly, "What's up?"
"Get out," Howard said softly.
Why did he tell her to get out? He could have simpy handed it to her.
She was reluctant to accept such an inconsiderate gift.
Evella was muttering to herself, but her hand instinctively smoothed her hair. Then she opened the car door and got out.
"So, why did you ask me to get out of the car?"
Howard looked at her and extended the flowers towards her. "Evella, I was wrong. Can you forgive me?"
Evella pursed her lips, actually wanting to ask Howard what he did wrong.
But looking at Howard's smiling face and smelling the fragrance of the flowers, Evella swallowed her words, took the flowers, sniffed them, and remained silent.
Howard gently held Evella's waist and pulled her into his arms.
"I know I mishandled this. I shouldn't have let Rachel taste my first dish. I should have kept my distance with her instead of chatting and laughing with her, causing misunderstandings. Evella, I won't make the same mistake again next time. Please don't be angry."
Howard apologized softly, his eyes full of tenderness.
It turned out Howard realized where he had done wrong.
Evella suppressed the urge to smirk, pretending to be indifferent.
"You make it sound like I'm so narrow-minded. I'm not really angry."
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