All Chapters of His Secret Heir, His Deepest Regret: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

JULIA The girls behind me began whispering as Evan stood in front of me. There was a small smile on his lips, which I found strange since he used to look at me with either a scowl or a neutral expression. "Evan," I said in a soft voice, glancing behind to see the group of girls looking at me with wide eyes. "Do they know each other?" "Chloe, this is your chance!" "Maybe Evan is just asking her a question." "Julia," Evan said, making me turn to him once more. I stepped back a bit since I didn't want to cause a scene. However, Evan cluelessly stepped forward again.I heard someone's footsteps behind me, and I presumed it was Chloe. Before I could take another step back, Evan leaned even closer—too close, in fact, that my breath hitched. I looked at him with wide eyes, silently asking what he was doing. However, he didn't mind my expression and removed something from my eyelash. He finally leaned away, making me sigh in relief. "You had a fluff," he said, showing me the white m

JULIA "I am so sorry," I said, bowing my head. "I didn't realize this was your room."Mr. Miyagi continued to stare at me with an unreadable expression, making me bite my lip in nervousness. "I'm actually a very big fan," I started ranting. "Your art has been a great inspiration to my work, and your story is something I resonate with." "I hope you know how much you inspire me to become a better artist. Although, I probably look weird suddenly appearing here. However, it truly is an honest mistake. Do forgive me, sir," I continued, feeling breathless after. His face didn't change, making my heart skip a beat. Alright, that was it. I just had to embarrass myself in front of my lifelong idol! How could I ask him for a photo now?"Why did you come here?" he suddenly asked, crossing his arms in front of his chest. My eyes momentarily widened, then I tilted my head to the side in confusion. "To this party?" I asked. He shook his head. "To this room," he responded. "Do you find the p

JULIA "Come with me. I'll take you home," Evan said, still holding onto my wrist. It was tight enough to keep me rooted but still gentle enough so it wouldn't hurt. "I think it's much better if I take her home," the other guy, whose name I still didn't know, said. Evan raised both eyebrows. "Does she even know your name?" he asked. The blonde guy turned to me and smiled. "How's it going? My name's Heath, by the way." "There," he said, turning to Evan with a small smirk. "Now, she knows my name." "You don't know where she lives," Evan deadpanned. "Oh, I know," Heath said, referencing the time I mistook him for a taxi cab. "Why don't you go back in there and see how you could salvage the party? It seems like your objective of collaborating with Mr. Miyagi is now out of the window." Evan was about to retort something, but just then, Sarah honked her car. I pursed my lips and forcefully removed my wrists from both of their holds. "Thanks," I muttered, though it didn't sound sinc

JULIA "What happened?" Sarah asked as soon as I went back to the car with Andy in my arms. I sighed and rested my head in my hands for a moment. I felt so tired, but I knew I couldn't stop now. "I don't think we should be coming back here anytime soon," I muttered. Sarah's eyebrows furrowed, but she didn't say anything further. "So, where to now? Evan's house? You know the address, right?" I sighed. "Head back to our house," I said. "What?" she exclaimed. "We've already talked about doing this together." "I know," I muttered. "But Andy can't be with us. Just go back, Sarah. I'll take a cab. If it makes you feel better, I'll contact you to fetch me later." Sarah pursed her lips and nodded. With that, she silently drove back to our house. As she halted the car, she couldn't help but ask, "Are you sure about this?" "Hmm," I hummed, no hesitation left in my heart. "Alright," she said in resignation. "Oh, and don't think about who will take care of Andy during his school days. M

JULIA I knew I told Sarah I would have her fetch me. However, I still entered Evan’s car, looking out of the window as he drove me home. There were a lot of questions in my mind, and after a few more seconds of hesitating, I finally had the courage to ask him. “Why did you defend me?” I asked. Evan bit his lip, his gaze focused on the front. “Because you were right,” he muttered. I couldn’t help but chuckle. “Wrong question. I meant—why aren’t you following through with whatever your dad is telling you now? Oh, and Heather, too. You left her looking pretty devastated. Not a very good boyfriend move, don’t you think?” Evan let out a deep breath. I turned to him, but I could tell he couldn’t look at me just yet. “I’ve known for a long time that my dad wasn’t good enough,” he started off. “From a young age, I saw how my grandfather scolded him for not being great. He was the only son—the one to inherit the entire business. My grandfather was very efficient, very patriarchal too, s