Evelyn arrived at the hospital to find her father already dressed and ready to leave.
"You didn't have to come; Hanna's here for me," he said.
"Dad, Hanna is busy with her own stuff. Don't put her on edge," Evelyn replied, picking up her father's belongings as they prepared to leave.
As they stepped outside, her father's jaw dropped upon seeing the sleek, expensive car parked nearby, flanked by two well-built bodyguards.
Noticing his bewildered expression, Evelyn gently touched his arm. "Ah... this is the company car. Considering how hard I've been working, he decided to honor me with it," she said, forcing a smile to mask her conflicting emotions. She hated that she was lying to her father, but how long could the deception continue?
Once they arrived at the grand mansion-like house, her father asked, "So are you saying this was also a company house?"
"Yes," she replied, trying to maintain her composure. "But aren't you curious about why the boss favors me this much? Actually…" Leaning closer to his ear, she whispered, "I managed to cover up a huge scandal that could have broken the company, so this is like a bonus." Her father nodded, swallowing her fabrication hook, line, and sinker.
"I'm really proud of you, daughter," he said, a wide smile breaking across his face.
"Of course you should be! Whose daughter am I?" she laughed, the sound echoing through the empty halls as they headed toward the house.
As the day went on, Evelyn helped clean, cook, and tidy up, thankful for the distraction. Later in the afternoon, two maids arrived, catching her off guard. She hadn't anticipated that Carlos would send maids, her heart swelling with unspoken gratitude.
Hanna joined them in the evening, taking charge of the grilling. "Whoa, Carlos is really going above and beyond," she said as she flipped the meat.
"Exactly! Why is he doing so much? The agreement was only to save my father, but he keeps piling on the guilt!" Evelyn muttered, frowning.
"Girl, it's like he's telling you he's done his part; now it's your turn," Hanna replied sagely. Evelyn sighed in response.
"Any progress yet? Have you kissed him?" Hanna asked, her curiosity piqued.
"Kiss? Did you think it was easy? I've only hugged him," Evelyn admitted, her cheeks warmed by the memory.
"Really? Was it a tight hug? A bear hug? Did he react? I mean, if it was a bear hug, he'd definitely feel your breasts against him you know," Hanna pressed, her eyes lighting up with excitement.
"What do you mean? It was just a normal hug, the kind I do when I sleep," Evelyn explained, trying to downplay it.
"Don't tell me it's the one you always do to me when we sleep!" Hanna exclaimed, glaring at her friend.
Evelyn nodded slowly, aware of the frustrated tone in her friend's voice.
"HEY! IS THAT EVEN CONSIDERED A HUG?" Hanna shrieked, her saliva spilling over as she gestured wildly, nearly spitting out her words. Evelyn instinctively close her eyes.
"You need to get your act together, girl. When you get back home, I want you to walk right up to him and kiss him. Make him horny, and fu*k the hell out of him, then ask him, 'How did you feel? How does it feel?'"