Chapter 570 The Goalkeeper Can Also Score
Peter glanced at Ellen.
Ellen shot Peter a look, clearly annoyed. She whispered, "Did you invite him here?"
Peter's eyes widened, and he quickly distanced himself from the accusation. "Hey, don't pin this on me! Sure, I'm Charlie's son, but I'm no snitch. My loyalty's with Evelyn, always."
Ellen couldn't help but smirk at his response. She asked quietly, "So, what now? Do we open the door?"
Peter shoved his hands into his pockets and smirked. "If you don't, trust me, my dad will bust it down."
Ellen hesitated, then took a deep breath and opened the door.
The villa's yard was packed with Taylor family bodyguards, all looking pretty intimidating.
Charlie stood at the door with a stern expression, Hubert right behind him.
Charlie had a whole speech prepared, but the moment he saw his youngest son, he went blank.
Hubert was just as surprised. "Mr. Peter Taylor?"
Peter scratched his head. "Uh, hey Dad..."
Charlie looked at Peter, then at Ellen. He took a step back and checked the house number.
"Mr. Taylor, you got the right place. This is it," Hubert said, sounding a bit exasperated.
"Oh."
Charlie nodded slowly, then his eyes lit up as he asked directly, "Miss, are you his girlfriend? If you like this flashy type, you should've told me sooner. I wouldn't have set you up with all those sweet, innocent girls."
Ellen was stunned, her eyes wide. Peter, frustrated, rubbed his forehead. "Dad, can you chill? If you keep this up, I'm gonna run away! You know why I became a detective in Mugden? 'Cause I couldn't stand you nagging me about getting married and having kids! I'm not just here to give you grandkids!"
Ellen pressed her lips together, surprised that this rich guy had the same problems as regular folks.
"If you run away, I'll break your legs! That's final!"
Charlie, stern one moment, turned to Ellen with a friendly smile the next. "Miss, how old are you? What's your name? Where do you work? Where are your parents from? My son Peter likes to keep a low profile, but I've already got his wedding gift ready. Marrying into the Taylor family means a worry-free life. Don't overthink it, just settle the marriage quickly!"
"Dad!" Peter was exasperated. He regretted opening the door more than anything.
"Mr. Charlie Taylor, you've got it all wrong. I have no relationship with Mr. Peter Taylor. I'm just Mr. Clark's secretary," Ellen responded calmly.
Charlie looked visibly disappointed, his gaze towards Peter changing.
"Mr. Charlie Taylor, Mr. Peter Taylor, let's go inside and talk," Hubert said with a wry smile, thinking that all the Taylor kids were Mr. Charlie Taylor's treasures, yet each one gave him a headache.
...
Charlie and Peter sat across from each other, the living room filled with tension.
"So, you all knew Evelyn was staying here and kept it from me?" Charlie gritted his teeth in anger. "Are you really my son?"
Peter took a bite of an apple. "Why don't you get a paternity test?"
Charlie took a deep breath, almost losing his temper.
Ellen, who usually didn't smile much, couldn't help but find the father-son bickering amusing.
Their relationship was truly "harmonious."
At that moment, light footsteps approached.
Molly walked over with a pot of coffee, placing a cup on the table in front of Charlie.
"Mr. Charlie Taylor, please have some coffee."
Hearing the girl's gentle voice and seeing her pretty, cute face, Charlie's heart softened. He smiled warmly. "Molly, I didn't expect to see you here. Are you here to keep Evelyn company?"
"I... I... yes." Molly blushed, unable to admit she was living with Eric, so she vaguely responded.
"That's not important!"
Charlie laughed, pulling her to his side and examining her closely. "You don't have a boyfriend yet, right? What do you think of Peter? One of you is quiet, the other lively, and you're about the same age. You'd get along well."
"Poof!" Peter spat out his coffee.
"I... I..." Molly was so scared she took a step back, nervously wringing her hands until they turned red.
Peter, though casual in life, was a keen observer as a detective. He quickly noticed something off about the girl.
She seemed very introverted, with severe social anxiety.
Seeing her about to bite her lip and tears welling up in her clear eyes, Peter felt a pang of sympathy.
Peter frowned, speaking sternly. "Dad! Did you come all the way from Hameen to Mugden just to cause me trouble? I've told you a million times, I want to focus on my career, not get married!"
Charlie squinted. "You think you can do whatever you want? I should never have let your mother give birth to you."
"I..." Peter almost swore but held back, his face turning red.
He couldn't understand!
He had four older brothers, so why was his father fixated on pushing him to marry?
Besides, his job involved frequent travel, no days off, and constant danger. What normal girl could handle that? If he married, he wanted to give his wife happiness, but he couldn't do that now.
Charlie was about to continue matchmaking when Ellen stepped over to Molly, holding her trembling shoulders and looking seriously at him.
"Mr. Taylor, thank you for your kindness. But I'm sorry, Ms. Wellington already has a boyfriend."
"Oh? Who? Whose son is better than mine?" Charlie said disdainfully.
"It's Mr. Clark."
Ellen said calmly, "Our Mr. Clark and Ms. Wellington's relationship is known and accepted by the Wellington family elders. And Mr. Clark is about to become the CEO of the Clark Group. He'll personally propose to the Wellington family soon."
Though Eric often talked about marrying her, hearing it again made Molly's heart race and her cheeks flush.
"Oh? Really."
Charlie didn't take it seriously, looking at Peter. "Just preparing for marriage doesn't mean they're married. Peter, you still have a chance."
Peter, frustrated, rubbed his forehead, wanting to find a place to hide.
Just then, hurried footsteps approached.
"Charlie! What are you doing here with so many people?" Evelyn stood with her hands on her hips, glaring at her father.
Her emotions and mindset had calmed significantly with the love she had found, no longer resisting or fearing facing her father.
Even if this man used the entire corporation's power to pressure them, it didn't matter.
Last night, after their intimate moment, Evelyn lay on Edward's chest, tracing his lips with her finger, and asked softly:
"Edward, what are you thinking?"
Edward gently bit her finger, his hand tenderly stroking her back. "I'm thinking about what challenges we'll face in the future."
"Why think about that now?"
Evelyn turned her head, resting on his chest. "We'll face any challenges together. As long as we're together, there's no problem we can't solve. Hey, you backed out once before. You won't back out again, right?"
Edward frowned, affectionately pinching her waist. "Evelyn, I didn't back out. I just..."
"Hehe... I know, I'm just teasing."
The man was helpless. Calling it backing out was a joke? Well... he hadn't done well before.
"Anyway, nothing but death can separate us in this life." Evelyn's tone was both defiant and coquettish.
"Nothing can separate us."
Edward's eyes moistened, his fingers intertwined with hers. "We'll face challenges together in life, and even in death, we'll be together."
Charlie was momentarily stunned seeing Evelyn after so long.
Tonight, Evelyn wore a simple tracksuit, no makeup, and carried a bag of groceries, clearly just back from the supermarket.
His precious daughter, always attended to by many, now had to shop for herself, losing all her former elegance!
Charlie, who doted on his daughter, was about to lose his temper, but then saw Edward behind her, hands full of heavy shopping bags.
Charlie's frown deepened, feeling a mix of heartache and sadness.
And surprisingly, a hint of envy.
Edward noticed Charlie's red eyes, thinking he was still angry, and quickly put down the bags, bowing deeply.
"Mr. Taylor, I'm very sorry."
"Sorry for what? If anyone should apologize, it's him to you. No matter what, he shouldn't have hit you!" Evelyn glared at Charlie.
Charlie's heart ached, taking a deep breath, and said coldly, "Evelyn, you've done what you needed to and seen who you wanted to. My patience is limited. It's time for you to come home."
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