Unexpected Encounters

My attention immediately shifted, my expression contorted with disdain as I glanced at Evie, as if I were witnessing something utterly absurd. "This won't work!" 

In the original storyline, Evie didn't move into Quentin 's room right away. She only started staying there much later after pursuing Quentin . 

"Alright, alright, I'll pay you a thousand!" 

"I wouldn't do it even for a million." I shot Evie a contemptuous look, then carried her suitcase upstairs and randomly picked a room. 

Due to Evie' limited mobility, she climbed up to the room only after I had finished arranging it. 

I clapped my hands. "This is your spot now. Goodbye, I need to focus on my studies, so don't disturb me." 

Just as I was about to leave, I remembered that I hadn't received the money yet. I took out my phone and displayed my QR code. "Pay up!" 

Evie generously transferred two hundred to me, smiling as she said, "Let's collaborate again next time. By the way, where's your room? Can I take a look?" 

"Absolutely not. That's my private space. Also, don't go to Quentin 's room; he doesn't like people in his space." 

"I get it~" Evie acted coyly, waving her hand flirtatiously. 

I gave Evie a skeptical look before turning away. Whether Evie entered or not was none of my concern. If she did enter and something happened, it would be Evie' problem, not mine. 

Evie, being well-behaved, didn't disturb me. In the evening, Quentin  returned home. As soon as he entered, he noticed the mummy-like figure sitting on the couch. After staring for a moment, he realized it was Evie. 

"Why are you here?" Quentin  furrowed his brows. 

"I'm injured, and no one's taking care of me, so I came to your place for help," Evie said like a ruffian. 

"I don't have time." Quentin  glanced around, looking for me, but he couldn't find me. "Where's Zephyrine?" 

"I think she's studying." 

"Oh." 

Like a cat that appears when you call its name, I opened the door and slowly descended the stairs, supporting myself on the railing. My expression instantly became lively upon seeing Evie. "The mummy...I mean, uh, hey." 

"Did you just call me a mummy? I'm Evie. Remember that, Evie!" 

"Sure, mummy." 

Evie: "..." 

Quentin  was a bit displeased with Zephyrine Everlynn's attitude toward him. Clearly, he was her childhood friend, but compared to Evie, it seemed like he was the stranger. 

No pain without contrast. 

Quentin  threw his bag on the couch, losing his appetite to cook. "What do you want to eat? I'll order takeout." 

Evie immediately stood up. "Don't eat takeout; it's unhealthy. Let me cook." 

Quentin  looked at her hands and feet disdainfully. "No, thanks." Then, he glanced at me. "What about you?" 

"I'm fine." I sat down opposite Evie, my eyes darting between Quentin  and Evie, wearing a face of pure entertainment. 

Quentin  was genuinely annoyed. He sat on the couch and looked at Evie. "Go back. You could've hired someone to take care of you. By coming here, you'll just trouble us." 

Sure enough, Evie hadn't obtained Quentin 's approval! Oh no, I had really let Evie in. Quentin  might hate me now! 

Evie suddenly pointed at me. "She can take care of me!" She knew I had taken her money today, so she pointed at me. 

I snapped out of my daze but didn't hear what they had just said. "What?" 

Quentin  looked at me, displeased. "Will you take care of her?" 

"I won't." I lifted my chin and turned my head away. 

Evie said, "It's okay; I can take care of myself. If there's something I can't do, I can pay Everlynn to help. But I won't trouble her too much!" 

Quentin  firmly stated, "No, go back. She can't help you. I've hired her as my assistant, and she'll start working with me tomorrow." 

Me: "???" 

Evie immediately looked at me. Seeing my bewildered expression, she knew Quentin  was bluffing her again. 

"Definitely not. You're lying to me." 

Quentin  stared directly at me, his eyes filled with a heavy threat. "Do you agree?" 

I understood the meaning behind Quentin 's gaze: if you dare to contradict, you're done for! 

"Yes, yes, yes!" 

I was not a principled person, especially since I had let Evie in today. I was in the wrong! 

Evie exclaimed, "What kind of people are you? Are you trying to play me?" 

I didn't want to get involved. I felt like a pawn on a chessboard. Regardless of Quentin  and Evie' stares, I directly ran back upstairs. 

Once in my room, I sighed in relief. I murmured, "As the godlike figure, I should just enjoy watching from a distance in the future, not get involved. Being outside of the harem group is much safer. I'm too easily manipulated." 

I continued my eccentric activities. The last time Quentin 's crazy video hit over ten million views within a week, I was labeled Quentin 's "ultimate fan" as a result. 

I found a sweet spot with the crazy video, so I started searching for more of Quentin 's videos, intending to make another one. My desk was cluttered with a laptop and a notebook. I recorded Quentin 's words from the videos, then mashed them up and turned them into the script for my crazy videos. 

I closed my laptop and notebook and opened the door when Quentin  knocked. 

Quentin  looked at me. He felt I was being excessively cold toward him. 

"I mentioned to Evie that you would be my assistant. I didn't consult you beforehand, and I'm sorry for that. But I really want you to come with me. Evie obviously needs someone to take care of her, and you're the only one here. However, you have no obligation to take care of her." 

I sat on the edge of my bed, looking up at Quentin . "I don't mind either way." 

If there was money to be made in taking care of Evie, I was more than willing to do it! 

Who would refuse easy money? 

Quentin  stared at me intently, about to say something, but he held back. 

I kept staring at him, blinking my eyes rapidly. Looking at me, Quentin  felt like he was seeing the childhood Zephyrine Everlynn again. 

Quentin  slightly stunned. After a moment, he said, "Never mind. I'll leave you alone. I'm sorry for bothering you." 

I stood up. Quentin  thought I was going to stop him. His smile hadn't even fully formed when he heard me say, "Remember to close the door." 

Quentin  watched in disbelief as I sat down at my desk, opening my notebook to read. 

Quentin  left the room, his steps heavy. 

But he didn't close the door. 

He did it on purpose. 

In the end, I walked over and closed the door. 

"Why is he like this?" 

The next day, I, who had planned to lie in bed all day, was dragged out of my room by Quentin  early in the morning. 

I crawled out from under my covers, still half-asleep. In October, my room was still equipped with air conditioning. I enjoyed the feeling of sleeping wrapped in blankets with the air conditioning on. 

"What are you doing?" 

"Come with me, don't stay home." 

I wrapped myself back up, muttering, "I'm not going, I want to sleep." 

Quentin  picked up the remote control for the air conditioning and turned on the heating, setting the temperature to the maximum. 

I suffered from the heat, and he persisted, leaving the room and watching me from the slightly open door. 

Like a voyeuristic pervert. 

Unable to bear the heat, I, feeling like a crab in hot oil, ran out with a clatter. 

"Ugh, it's sweltering." Leaning against the tiled wall, irritation flickered in my eyes as I glanced at Quentin , deeply engrossed in the show. 

"Go brush your teeth," Quentin  instructed, holding the air conditioner remote. He waited for my nod before adjusting the room temperature with the door handle. 

Even after brushing, the room remained warm. I snatched my clothes and retreated into the bathroom to change. 

Quentin  stood outside, cautious that I might crawl back under the covers when he wasn't looking. 

I emerged, stifling a yawn. "Let's go." 

Evie, still asleep, remained oblivious to our departure. The house now echoed emptiness, with her as the solitary inhabitant, a lone mummy. 

Still half-asleep, I dozed off as soon as I settled in the car. 

The assistant, eyeing me curiously, whispered to Quentin , "Sir, who is she?"