Deep Love Hidden From Him

Chapter 141

The reason Everleigh had approached Theodore was to investigate the incident that happened seven years ago.

In her opinion, there were only two outcomes. Either she would succeed to find out the truth, or it would fail to be discovered. However, Christopher knew her very well.

The third outcome would completely deviate from her original intention of getting close to Theodore, but it was logical.

She would once again fall in love with Theodore. Just like she did seven years ago, she would fall into the momentary happiness of being stared at by those dark eyes of his. If she was not careful, she would really repeat the same mistakes she made.

"No, I won't."

"No matter what you do, I will support you, but you have to think clearly for yourself." Christopher sounded very dignified.

"Okay."

After she hung up the phone, the room was silent. In the huge bedroom, the only light came from the faint glow of her mobile phone screen and the room became completely dark after it switched off.

Everleigh laid under her quilt, but she could not sleep.

How could she repeat the same mistakes?

She had come out from a dangerous place. Why would she be together with Theodore again? When she was young, she was fearless, but now that she had two children and a career, how could

she still be as naive as she was in the past?

The phone lit up and illuminated a bright spot on the ceiling.

Everleigh rolled over and glanced at her phone. It was a message from Christopher that read, "By the way, I forgot to tell you I saw Cecil Hayes' Twitter post. She has had enough fun and is coming back."

Cecil was her roommate in high school and was a beauty. She went abroad to study jewelry design at a renowned university. She was unfriendly, preferring to stay with cats rather than with humans. She traveled often, therefore people could not get in touch with her for a year.

Everleigh looked at Cecil's Twitter post and saw a photo taken in Iceland with the aurora in the background. There was only one sentence written in the caption, "Going back to where there is no wind or rain."

It was only posted an hour ago, but the number of likes on the post had already exceeded the ten thousand mark.

Everleigh immediately went through her contact list and made a phone call, but the phone was turned off. She sighed helplessly and commented on her social media feed, "There is something called a mobile phone in our modern society and we use it for communication."

Everleigh did not know how long it would take for Cecil to receive her message, therefore she closed the social media app and didn't care about her anymore.

She applied for three days' leave, which was sufficient for her to have a good rest.

It was the middle of September. The weather was cool after it rained.

In the archives of Ocpeace Medical University, Everleigh looked for ancient books among the bookshelves to prepare for the thesis for her later promotion. This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

During her three days of leave, she basically stayed in the archives. Apart from picking up and dropping off her children every day, she hardly had any contact with the outside world.

The sound of the elevator going down was particularly audible in the huge archive room.

Everleigh subconsciously looked in the direction of the elevator and frowned in suspicion.

The archive room, which was located on the third basement level of the Ocpeace Medical University library, was rarely visited. Many of the books in the archives were precious collections. Ordinary people could not enter unless they were researchers in the university.

A tall figure passed through the bookshelf and the sound of his footsteps got closer and closer.

Everleigh held a book in her hand and looked sideways at the corner of the bookshelf. She felt that the footsteps sounded very familiar, but she did not know where her intuition came from. She immediately put down the book and walked in the opposite direction.

She wore sneakers, which barely made a sound when she walked, but the other person seemed to have a very good hearing. They walked in the same direction, but between two different bookshelves.

Everleigh's footsteps gradually quickened. The other person tiptoed at first, but was now catching up to her speed. After she passed through several bookshelves in succession, she walked hurriedly to the stairs.

Just when she was three meters away from the stairs, a figure walked out from the corner of the bookshelf and stopped in front of her unexpectedly.

"Ah!" She was scared out of her wits and could not help but scream.

"Why are you running?"

The man's voice was deep and calm, and it echoed throughout the big archives.

The incandescent light from the lamp pulled his tall figure into a long shadow, which covered Everleigh's feet. When she looked up, she saw the face that she was most familiar with.

"I'm not running. Why are you here?" Everleigh asked him lightly. "This place is the school's private archives. Ordinary people can't get in. How did you enter?"

"You knew I could not enter here, so you stayed at this place for the past three days?"

Everleigh was speechless.

"You're thinking too much. Why would I avoid you?"

"When you lie, it's better to look into my eyes. It's more convincing that way."

Theodore had been with her for five years. No one knew her habits better than him. For example, when she lied, her eyes would wander around.

Everleigh's face stiffened. She took a book from the bookshelf and said with a straight face, "I have things to do. What are you doing here?"

"That night three days ago."

"Three days ago," Everleigh interrupted before Theodore could finish his words, "Three days ago, you were drunk, so I took you to the hospital dormitory to let you rest for the entire night."

"Was that all?"

"What else did you think happened?"

It was not difficult for a man to remember whether something had happened. Even though he was drunk, his body was very aware.

Theodore took off his suit jacket, threw it on the newspaper shelf and unbuttoned his shirt in front of Everleigh.

Everleigh froze for a moment and took a step back in panic. "What are you doing?"

Theodore did not say a single word as he unbuttoned his shirt and revealed his muscular chest. His skin was pale and shone weakly under the light. His complexion was not too healthy.

"What are you doing? This is the archives, and there are cameras here." Everleigh looked around but her voice was very low. She was afraid that someone would come into the archives and see the current situation. If anyone was to come in, she would not be able to clear her name.

Theodore turned around and revealed a few ambiguous scars on his back.

After three days, it had obviously faded a lot. However, the scratches were not something that he could inflict on himself. The marks were neither too light nor too heavy. An adult could understand what they were with just a glance.

"If nothing happened, then can you tell me what these are?"

Everleigh's face turned white, then red, and her expression changed instantly several times. "What? What? I don't know..."

"You don't know?" Theodore turned around, put on his shirt and took a step towards her.

"How would I know? You've gotten yourself injured and now you are asking me how you got them?" Everleigh held the book tightly in her arms. Like a frightened animal, she turned around and was about to run away.

Theodore grabbed hold of the bookshelf with one hand and forced her to the corner, disabling her movement.

"Injured? As a doctor, you can't even tell what they are?"

"What else could it be? I did not see it clearly." Everleigh bit her lip until it almost bled and her face turned bright red.

"Then I'll show you again. Take a good look at what it is this time."

His deep voice fell from his lips to her ears, instantly pulling Everleigh back to that night three days ago. She panicked and even her toes tensed up.