Chapter 299 Want to See You
As for the child's surname, it would definitely be Grey.
The first name wasn't decided until three days later when they were discharged and moved to the postpartum recovery center.
Katniss hadn't decided on a name yet; she wasn't in a hurry and wanted to choosing the perfect name.
But Emory was more anxious than she was, bringing her long lists of names every day for her to choose from.
There were name lists scattered all over Emory's house.
As Tristan stepped into his room, he swiftly grabbed some papers off the floor, treating them like a precious find.
"Why are you here all of a sudden?"
"Business," Tristan said, his eyes sweeping over the papers without seeing what was written on them, as Emory guarded them closely.
He settled onto the sofa and, with a raised eyebrow, murmured, "There's a meeting tomorrow that you need to attend."
Emory refused without thinking, "I'm not going. I need to go to the hospital to see the child. She doesn't have a father, so she needs my fatherly love to grow up!"
"Are you sure?" Tristan questioned, "She might end up being influenced badly by you."
Emory had experienced Tristan's sharp tongue before and couldn't argue with him about attending the meeting, but going just like that would be too humiliating.
He casually said, "Then you come up with a name for the child. No, come up with ten names. If you do, I'll go."
This didn't pose any threat to Tristan, who agreed readily.
But when he thought of the child he had seen that day, he suddenly couldn't think of a suitable name and couldn't come up with anything for a long time.
He casually asked, "What's the surname?"
Emory thought, 'The surname... Grey won't do. What if Tristan connects the dots and realizes this child is Katniss's?'
Then he changed his words, "The surname is Buckner, same as mine."
Tristan glanced at him, knowing he was lying, but didn't argue.
After thinking for a moment, he wrote down a name on the paper—Sylvia.
And then he couldn't think of any others.
"Just this one?" Emory asked, slightly disdainful.
Tristan put the pen aside, "Just this one. Besides, you don't get to decide the name, so why are you so concerned?"
He wanted to light a cigarette, but Emory immediately stopped him, "I can't go see the child smelling like your second-hand smoke. Don't smoke, or leave."
"What about the meeting tomorrow?" Tristan asked, holding an unlit cigarette between his fingers.
"I said ten names, or I'm not going."
Before Emory finished speaking, Tristan lit the lighter.
The flame approached the cigarette, revealing the threat in Tristan's eyes.
"I'll go!" Emory agreed through gritted teeth.
Tristan extinguished the flame and walked out, lighting the cigarette as he stepped out the door.
Emory hurriedly sent all the names to the postpartum recovery center for Katniss to choose from.
She looked at them until her head hurt, "Emory, did you bring all your girlfriends' names over?"
"Nonsense!" Emory said without thinking, "How could those tacky people compare to this child?"
But Katniss felt that Emory couldn't possibly come up with these names.
She didn't want to discourage him too much, as Emory was particularly invested in this, sending several lists of names every day.
Key point: Though lacking in quality, the effort was there!
"None of them?" Emory could tell from Katniss's expression that none were good. He sighed, looking at the little girl in the bassinet, who had become a bit prettier over the past few days.
Katniss nodded reluctantly.
Emory sat on the sofa, racking his brain for a long time before coming up with another name, "How about Sylvia?"
"What?" Katniss looked up and asked.
Emory wrote the name on a piece of paper and handed it to Katniss, "This name, Sylvia."
She asked, "How did you suddenly come up with this name?"
"I..." Emory was at a loss.
He didn't know how Tristan came up with this name either.
He only knew that the names he had racked his brain for days to come up with couldn't compare to the one Tristan thought of in minutes.
"Just used my brain. So, is this the name?" he asked vaguely.
Katniss, who could already get out of bed and walk, straightened up and pulled the bassinet closer, gently tracing the child's face with her finger.
"Okay, Sylvia it is."
At least, in Katniss's eyes, this name was chosen by Emory.
His sense of pride swelled instantly, and he turned to show off to Natalia and Sophia.
"This name is good. Before we go back, we'll immediately apply for a Consular Report of Birth Abroad," Sophia said, delighted to see Katniss satisfied with the name.
The child finally had a name.
Hearing this, Natalia immediately asked, "When are you going back to the States?"
"Probably when Katniss has fully recovered," Sophia said, and Emory chimed in, "Going back so soon? Did you come all the way here just to have the baby?"
All in all, they had been here for three months waiting for the birth, and would leave a month after.
"You could say that," Katniss admitted, "So, I'm very grateful for your care during this time. I'll always remember how good you've been to Sylvia."
Natalia said without hesitation, "No need to thank me. I'm just a free spirit right now, so I'll go wherever Sylvia goes."
Emory said, "I've already applied for a transfer back to the States. I'm going to follow Sylvia too!"
Their attitudes towards Sylvia were consistent, and their kindness deeply moved Katniss.
"No way," Emory suddenly said, "I need to give her a nickname."
He felt it was unfair, knowing that the name was chosen by Tristan, and he felt like he had no presence.
After a moment, he decisively came up with a nickname, "Evie."
"Her nickname will be Evie, and no one is allowed to argue with me about it."
He first laid down the law to prevent any objections, then tried to persuade them to accept the name.
It was rare for Emory to come up with a name that Natalia liked. Natalia murmured Evie and then looked at Katniss with delight, "Katniss, what do you think?"
"It's fine," Katniss didn't refuse, unable to turn down Emory's heartfelt gesture.
The three of them gathered around the bassinet, calling out, "Evie, Sylvia."
Katniss went to the window to bask in the sun, admitting that the arrival of Emory and Natalia had occupied much of her thoughts.
The lively atmosphere in the room left her with less time to dwell on her own emotions.
Perhaps it was because Sylvia looked a bit like Tristan, or maybe because Tristan had been there, but she had been thinking about him a lot these past few days.
He even appeared in her dreams, holding Sylvia and immersed in the joy of being a father.
Although his smile in the dream wasn't as bright as Emory's in reality, she could tell that his happiness was no less than Emory's.
In an instant, all her rationality was driven away by her emotions.
He had sent her a message, saying he wanted to see her.
She had heard from Benjamin that the situation for Synergy Global Corporation back home was not optimistic, and Eudora had publicly stated that she was determined to secure the Runyon family project.
It was said that Eudora had already privately negotiated with Milan and was just waiting to sign the contract.
But even after signing, Synergy Global Corporation would still face a major problem, and its future would remain uncertain unless this big project succeeded.
If the deal fell through, Synergy Global Corporation would be doomed.
In this situation, Tristan had come here. Katniss held her phone, deep in thought, repeatedly reading the line Tristan had sent.
Tristan: [I want to see you.]
She couldn't make a decision.
Velvet City.
The surroundings were silent, as Eudora had booked the entire restaurant to meet with Milan.
She clutched her bag tightly, seemingly nervous about something.
The restaurant door suddenly opened, and Milan walked in wearing a suit, smiling as he approached her.
As he sat down, his protruding belly bumped into the table, nearly knocking over a glass.
Eudora quickly steadied the glass, but the water inevitably dripped onto her.
It was summer, and she was wearing thin clothes, which were instantly soaked and clung to her body.
Her black lace underwear was clearly visible.
"Oh, I'm sorry, Miss Savoy, I didn't mean to," Milan said, as he always did when meeting Eudora.
Eudora wanted to go to the restroom to tidy up, but Milan stopped her, "It's not cold, a little wetness is refreshing. Let's not waste time; we have things to discuss."
Discuss business? Eudora's eyes lit up. Was he willing to talk about the project?
"Alright, I won't deal with it then." She sat back down and smiled at Milan, "Mr. Runyon, about the project..."
"Come sit over here," Milan patted the chair next to him.
She was sitting across from him, too far away.
He couldn't reach her!
Eudora hesitated, then smiled and moved to sit next to Milan.
As soon as she sat down, Milan's hand was on her thigh.
In this season, her legs were bare, and the calluses on Milan's hand brushing against her leg made her feel nauseous.
"Don't mind me, I'm just checking if your leg got wet when you spilled the water."
One excuse after another left Eudora with no outlet for her anger.
This scenario played out every time they met, and she was used to it. Her eyes flashed with a hint of cunning as she quietly pushed Milan's hand away.
"Mr. Runyon, just tell me directly, what will it take to get the Runyon family project?"
Milan was stunned. Did Eudora seem to be willing to submit to him?
But Michael hadn't given the go-ahead yet, so he didn't dare to accept.
As he was thinking, he suddenly felt something brush against his leg. Looking down, he saw Eudora's high-heeled foot rubbing against his calf!
He was dumbfounded. Michael had said Eudora would never submit.
But what was this?
Maybe she was really desperate?
He didn't dare do anything, so he avoided Eudora's leg and stood up, "I need to use the restroom."
He ran off to call Michael, but after two attempts, he couldn't get through.
Meanwhile, Eudora adjusted her bag behind her, positioning a small device with a red light aimed at Milan's seat.
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