Chapter 10 It was the first time Willard Woodward had been so humiliatingly kicked out , and the feeling indescribable . was He thought , " Ms. Hawley is one of a kind . For clite families , keeping up appearances is everything , and no one ever ejects their guests without cause - unless it's over a deep - seated grudge . But to throw everyone out ? How utterly vulgar . " Sure enough , all of Ravenbrook will know what a temperamental shrew she is by tomorrow . " The top socialite in Ravenbrook . What a joke . I bet someone else's gonna replace her soon Rather than wait with the others , Willard slipped away to the villa next door , owned by his cousin , Evander Fleming . In the elegant courtyard , the crape myrtle trees stood on the verge of bloom . The walls were shrouded in rose vines , which would soon erupt into a spectacular , full bloom as well . It would be a sight worth capturing . It was such a shame that Evander was like an everlasting iceberg . Though he possessed a gentle appearance , he strictly forbade anyone from taking photos of his rose - covered walls Under the eaves , Evander reclined in a lounge chair , dressed in a plain shirt with a book open on his knees . He was dusted with crape myrtle petals , elegant as a figure from an oil painting . He appeared to be around nineteen , with a devastatingly handsome face that seemed to bhur the very concept of gender Willard had lost count of how many times he'd sighed over this . It was because of Evander that he could no longer find any girl truly beautiful . In his eyes , every one of them looked just the same . Some had even begun to suspect his disinterest in the opposite sex But only Willard knew the truth . He wasn't attracted to Evander at all - he was intensely jealous of Evander Why couldn't he be even half as good - looking ? " Evander ! " Willard called out , his voice subdued . Despite his jealousy , a healthy dose of fear for Evander made his footsteps light as he approached 06.41 Chapter 10 288 Vouchers He drew closer and saw that Evander wasn't reading . Instead , Evander's gaze was fixed intently in the direction of the Duckworth's villa . The fresh humiliation of his expulsion came flooding back . " Evander , big news ! " he blurted out . " The Duckworth family's daughter - the one who had cancer - is back ! " Evander's head jerked up . A tremor ran through his slender , fair fingers . His voice was detached and cold as he asked , " Yvette ? " " Y - Yvette ? Yeah , I think so , " Willard stammered , scratching his head . Their paths had seldom crossed , so he could barely remember her name . " You have no idea , Evander . Remember how the elders used to praise her when we were little ? Said she was so well - mannered and compassionate ? Well , time has changed everything . Can you believe it ? She kicked me and all the other guests out today ! And she even had the housekeeper do it ! " Willard sat down on the small coffee table next to Evander unscrupulously and continued , " And do you know why ? Simple - Mr . Duckworth adopted a foster daughter , and she was jealous ! " He sighed , " She's dying anyway . Why can't she be more generous ? Isn't it a good thing that someone is there to bring the Duckworth family some joy on her behalf ? " Just then , he suddenly felt a piercingly cold stare that seemed to freeze the air around him . He instinctively looked up and met Evander's deep , dark eyes , a sensation so intense it instantly sent a chill down his spine . " E - Evander , what's wrong ? " " Get up . That is not for sitting . " After a moment , Evander averted his gaze . " Huh ? Oh , alright . " Willard scratched his head and quickly scrambled to his feet , crouching nervously to the side . Maybe it was just his imagination - but he could have sworn he saw a flash of murderous intent in Evander's eyes . But that was impossible . Evander had always been profoundly indifferent , detached since childhood . It seemed nothing and no one was ever important enough to even make him blink . Evander stood up , book in hand . A warm breeze chose that moment to waft through , sending 06:41 Chapter 10 288 Vouchers the hem of his shirt dancing and accentuating his slender , tall frame . He tilted his head slightly , his expression chillingly unchanged . " Making assumptions and talking behind people's backs - is that how you were raised ? " Willard felt immediately aggrieved . " What did I even say ? Besides , what she did was completely uncalled for ! No wonder everyone says she's short - lived . With that kind of pettiness ... " 06:41