Evan is just like that, once he does it, it’s done. The others took him to the car and personally escorted him back. "I’m hungry, can you make me a bowl of noodles?" Evan said while smoking. He lives alone now, and his refrigerator is filled with instant noodles and other convenience foods, which always worries Hugo Quinn. "Actually, Samantha isn’t the only option for you. With your current status, there’s no shortage of women to choose from. There’s no need to be fixated on one. You definitely need a woman in your life. Eating this stuff all the time will kill you eventually." Evan said nothing, lighting another cigarette. The trash bin in the living room was already filled with cigarette butts; it seems he smokes a lot regularly. "Hugo, you sit down, I’ll handle it." Julian Sterling stood up, watching Hugo coldly take out tomatoes and eggs, a picture that couldn’t look more out of place. Julian was good at cooking; whenever the four went for outdoor barbecues, he’d handle the grill. Hugo sat quietly, glancing at Julian and then at Evan, both of them pitifully trapped by love. He took the cigarette from Evan’s hand. With such severe injuries, smoking would probably cause death. "Cough, cough, cough." Evan coughed for a while, then leaned back on the sofa. Thinking of Samantha hurt him; it hurt all over, nothing felt right. Among the four of them, only Jude Shaw never had a girlfriend, always unaware of what being in a relationship felt like. Still, seeing his brothers one by one ending up miserable, he figured being single was great, wonderful, absolutely fantastic. He turned his head to see Julian busily putting noodles in the pot, couldn’t help but rub his chin. "I say, Julian, your fans seeing you would faint!" As he spoke, he took a photo with his phone, commenting as he spoke. Julian turned back, snatched his phone. "Don’t post ugly photos of me." Whenever appearing in front of the public, he must be perfect; his persona could never collapse. Jude took his phone back, looking quite cheeky. "You celebrities are really fake; clearly cold and distant, yet fans say you’re approachable." Julian didn’t say anything, fishing out the noodles and frying an egg for each person. "Eat up, to shut your mouth." Hugo had eaten already, but smelling the aroma, couldn’t resist picking up his chopsticks. Who would’ve thought these four remarkable men would gather in one room eating noodles, cooked by the reigning movie king? No one would believe it if told. Starving and having had a fight, Evan unwittingly devoured a large bowl. Picking up the fried egg, his eyes suddenly reddened. He had lived with Samantha before; when he was fighting outside, she’d wait at home for him, and every morning, she’d have the eggs fried before he woke. "Tsk, here we go reminiscing again." Julian said coolly, slowly putting down his chopsticks. "If you both can’t let go of each other, why not forget the past and live life well together? It’s better than mutual torment." Evan’s eyes gleamed; it wasn’t mutual torment, but Samantha tormenting him. She knew he cared for her, so she’d deliberately get close to many men, purposely go home with them... She enjoyed stabbing at his heart, obsessively again and again. "She doesn’t love me anymore." Fınd the newest release on 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝⟡𝕗𝗂𝗋𝖾⟡𝕟𝕖𝕥 "If she truly didn’t love you, why hasn’t she had a formal boyfriend all these years? We outsiders see clearer than you." Julian slowly narrowed his eyes, then shut up, quietly eating his noodles. "I say my sister Claire would be great; I think you guys should try getting along. Maybe it’ll turn into something beautiful." Jude started giving bad advice, quickly interrupted by Hugo. "Claire drugged me at Quinton Manor and took off her clothes voluntarily." Each word he said deepened his tone. Jude sprayed the soup out of his mouth, starting to cough violently. Luckily Julian dodged in time; otherwise, the soup would land on his clothes. "Damn! Is she that shameless?!" Jude recovered, exclaiming in shock. He’d been wronged by that sister plenty in the Shaw Family; anything good she’d always take first, if displeased by anyone she’d find ways to wrong them. Yet his grandfather always doted on her, raising her to be reckless. But he truly didn’t expect Claire dared to drug Hugo, and still be bouncing around fine. Evan and Julian were equally shocked, lastly casting a sympathetic glance at Hugo, estimating he’d have a lot on his plate. "Being targeted by my sister causes trouble; she acts without regard for consequences. Hugo, if she ever truly does something infuriatingly inhumane, for my sake, spare her." Everyone knew the consequences of angering Hugo, Jude meant to leave Claire a way out. After all, Hugo could make someone vanish unnoticed far too easily. Hugo nodded, and everyone went silent. Meanwhile, Samantha had just arrived at the hospital ward. A man lay on the bed, looking extremely thin and frail. Samantha sat beside him, holding his hand. The doctor said her brother would never wake unless a miracle occurred. Her throat turned hoarse, gripping his hand tightly. How could Evan be so ruthless? The accident wasn’t intentional by her brother, compensation was paid, and ever since, her brother lived in pain daily. Why couldn’t he let him go... Samantha’s tears fell, hurriedly wiping them away. "Bro, I’m here again, you must hurry and wake up. I won’t eat cake anymore." On her birthday, her brother went out to buy cake, got hit and ended up in the emergency room. She broke down waiting in the corridor, hadn’t contacted Evan those days, Evan searched everywhere for her. Later, she learned that the car accident was orchestrated by her boyfriend’s hand. How ironic, the lover who lay beside her daily secretly calculated against her family. She left Evan when his brilliance first emerged; years passed, he climbed higher, becoming a big shot in Serenford, while her poor brother lay bedridden, unable to even turn. The pain she felt she must return tenfold, a hundredfold to Evan! Samantha deeply inhaled, calming her emotions, gently releasing the man’s hand. "Bro, I’ll visit you again another day. The one who hit you, I’ll definitely make him pay."