Chapter 372 Landon Becomes Attentive to Him
"What are you thinking about?"
Ulysses saw Evelyn's vacant look and quickly waved his hand in front of her eyes.
"Ulysses, I..." Evelyn thought of the woman who looked quite similar to herself, hesitating and struggling to speak.
"What's wrong? Evelyn, you're usually so straightforward. Why are you stammering now?" Ulysses asked in surprise.
"It's nothing, really."
It was just a woman she met by chance, and she was far away in Mythorica.
Even if she had some doubts, she couldn't investigate that woman directly; she could only start from Jessica.
But what was the point of investigating?
That day, in front of Byron, Edward had said it himself—they were long over, and there was no possibility of anything between them.
So why was she hesitating, why was she feeling lost?
Evelyn pulled her lips into a silent, cold smile, and downed the cold tea in her hand.
She shouldn't be pining for Edward, who had given up on her twice. Shouldn't she be grateful that she didn't repeat the same mistake?
Landon, sitting beside her, noticed her mixed emotions but said nothing. He just took her slightly cold hand in his warm one, holding it in his palm.
"Landon, did you tell Aunt Donna and Charlie about Adrian?" Evelyn asked softly.
Charlie had taken Joyce to a villa abroad to cheer her up, and Donna and Susan had gone along too, though they stayed in different villas.
In the large Oasis Villa, the elders were away these days, leaving only the younger ones.
"I already called Aunt Donna." Landon smiled slightly, "Aunt Donna said not to treat him as a guest. Do whatever you need to do. As long as you need it, as long as you're happy, she can pretend she doesn't have this nephew."
Evelyn couldn't help but laugh.
"Would you call that righteousness or disowning family?" Simon asked, jaw dropping.
Ulysses reached into his black trench coat, pulled out a pack of cigarettes, and lit one at the corner of his lips, looking both cool and roguish. "Helping others, that's righteousness. Helping Edward, that's disowning family."
Everyone fell silent.
Evelyn's eyelashes fluttered, but she remained silent.
"Evelyn, there's something I don't know if I should say."
"Then don't say it." Evelyn had already guessed what Ulysses wanted to say.
It definitely wouldn't be anything nice.
"Because of me, Edward now has severe brain damage affecting his nervous system. His future is uncertain; it could be intermittent fainting or even paralysis." Evelyn's throat felt bitter.
Ulysses frowned at her words.
"I don't want any more entanglements with him, but I don't want to owe him anything either."
Evelyn looked up at Ulysses again, her eyes cold yet heartbreaking. "I'm not trying to save him; I'm trying to redeem myself."
The atmosphere in the living room grew heavier.
Simon suddenly blurted out, "Landon, is that Adrian really a man?"
Landon replied, "Yes."
"When you held him, how did it feel?"
Landon remained silent.
Ulysses couldn't help but tease, "I used to think you were upright and uninterested in women. Turns out you have unique tastes."
"Simon, if you have such needs, you should have said so earlier. Why make me deal with Adrian? Evelyn, you should have sent Simon; he'd be more than willing!"
"What are you thinking!" Simon glared, almost wanting to kick Ulysses. "I've just never seen such a good-looking man before. I was curious!"
Ulysses asked, "What normal man would be so curious about another man?"
Simon replied, "It means I'm young. Only old people lose their curiosity!"
They bickered, and the night ended just like that.
The next day
Adrian, suffering from jet lag, slept until noon.
As soon as he opened his sleepy eyes, he heard a steady knock on the door.
He didn't want to get up, but the person outside was persistent and patient, knocking continuously.
"What do you want! Can't you stop!" Adrian got up angrily, walked to the door, and yanked it open.
Seeing Landon in a suit at the door, he froze.
Landon remained calm, his eyes instinctively scanning Adrian from top to bottom—from his well-defined chest muscles to his abs, finally resting on his flashy boxer shorts.
His deep eyes darkened slightly, a barely noticeable ripple forming.
"Do I look good, Landon?" Adrian leaned against the door frame, yawning with narrowed eyes.
He was naturally flirtatious and uninhibited. Wearing just underwear, or even being completely naked, didn't bother him.
But facing Landon, this handsome, dignified man in a suit who perfectly matched his aesthetic, he felt a bit nervous, his heart racing.
"Your boxers are cute." Landon's voice was low and rich, with a charming resonance.
Adrian fell silent.
"Mr. Mays, did you sleep well last night?" Landon asked with a gentle smile.
"Not bad, but it was a bit lonely without someone to warm the bed." Adrian's words were unrestrained, as if he was venting his frustration at being kidnapped.
"May I come in?"
Adrian pursed his lips but stepped aside to let him in.
They walked to the living room outside the bedroom. Adrian, acting as if he were at home, sprawled on the sofa, crossing his legs on the coffee table, and looked at Landon, who was sitting properly. "You came to see me early in the morning. What's so urgent?"
It was then that he noticed a medical kit on the coffee table.
The next second, Landon suddenly knelt on one knee and grabbed Adrian's ankle.
Adrian's cheeks instantly flushed, and he pulled his leg back. "Landon, what are you doing?"
"You still have untreated abrasions on your ankle. I'm going to apply some ointment."
Landon smiled gently and, without waiting for a response, began disinfecting Adrian's ankle with an alcohol swab.
The cool sensation, mixed with a slight sting, was oddly comforting.
Adrian squinted his long eyes, his toes curling slightly.
In fact, he was a doctor himself and knew this minor injury was nothing.
But he had lived alone abroad for years, far from family, without any real friends. Apart from work, he indulged in pleasures to relieve stress and loneliness.
He saved lives but had never been cared for like this.
So when Landon suddenly treated him this way, his heart trembled, and he felt a bit lost.
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