Chapter 254: Lunch with president Evan
"Mummy, what happened?"
Aimy’s innocent voice sounded beside me.
I looked up at her and forced a smile.
"Nothing, baby. Don’t worry."
With both front tires down, changing one wasn’t even an option anymore.
I pulled out my phone and dialed Aunt Margaret’s number.
"Hello, Alicia?"
Her gentle voice came through immediately.
"Aunt, I’ve got two flat tires at the park. Could you ask the driver to come pick us up?"
"How did that happen?"
Her voice instantly became concerned.
"The driver was sent on an errand just now, but wait—I’ll come get you myself."
"No, Aunt, it’s alright."
Everyone in the mansion knew how to drive, so we only kept one driver who usually handled errands around town.
The last thing I wanted was to trouble her.
"Just ask him to pick us up on his way back."
"No, Alicia, you can’t just stay there waiting"
"We’re still at the park," I interrupted gently.
"We’ll be fine. It might even take longer if you leave the mansion yourself."
She was silent for a moment.
Then she sighed.
"Alright. I’ll call him right away and tell him to hurry."
"Thank you, Aunt."
After hanging up, I slipped my phone back into my bag and looked down at Aimy.
"Come on, baby."
I reached for her hand.
"Let’s go sit on a bench while we wait for the driver."
She nodded obediently.
Together, we walked toward one of the nearby benches beneath the shade of a large tree.
I glanced down at Aimy.
"Baby, you must be hungry, right?"
She nodded immediately.
"Alright. Should we ask the driver to stop by the restaurant so you can have your favorite pasta?"
A bright smile instantly appeared on her face.
Just as we were about to sit down on the bench, a black car pulled up in front of us.
The vehicle looked familiar, though it definitely wasn’t from our garage.
I paused and instinctively looked toward it.
The tinted window rolled down, revealing President Evan’s calm face.
"President Evan?"
Surprise slipped into my voice.
"What are you doing here?"
He turned his head slightly.
"I was passing by when I saw you standing beside your car."
His gaze shifted toward Aimy.
For the first time, I noticed his usually indifferent expression soften.
"And who’s this young lady?"
I crouched and lifted Aimy into my arms.
"This is my daughter, Aimy."
Then I looked at her.
"Say hello."
Aimy blinked once before speaking.
"Hii."
A faint smile appeared on his lips.
"Hello, Aimy."
I was genuinely surprised by how gentle his voice sounded.
Then his attention returned to me.
"What happened to your car?"
"Flat tires."
"Oh."
He glanced toward the vehicle.
"That’s unfortunate."
Then he opened the passenger-side door.
"Get in. I’ll drop you off."
"No need. The driver will be here soon"
"Do you plan on standing here with her until then?"
He cut me off calmly.
I hesitated.
The supermarket was on the other side of town, and if the driver still had errands to finish, we could be waiting for quite a while.
My gaze drifted to Aimy.
She was already looking tired.
"Put her in the back."
His tone left little room for argument.
"I’ll take you home."
After a moment, I sighed.
"Alright."
I opened the back door and settled Aimy into her seat before fastening her seatbelt.
Then I walked around and entered the passenger seat.
Once he was sure we were settled, he started the engine.
A few minutes later, Aimy suddenly spoke.
"Mummy?"
"Yes, baby?"
"Are we still getting pasta?"
I froze.
I had completely forgotten.
I turned around.
"No, baby. We can’t right now. When we get home I’ll make some for yo....."
"Which restaurant?"
President Evan interrupted.
I looked at him blankly.
"Huh?"
"I asked which restaurant you were planning to take her to."
"Oh."
I pointed ahead.
"The one around the corner. But you don’t need to worry about that."
He didn’t reply.
Instead, he slowed down as we approached the restaurant.
I looked at him in confusion.
He simply parked the car.
Then he turned toward Aimy.
"Should we go get some pasta?"
Aimy’s eyes immediately brightened.
She nodded enthusiastically.
Only then did he glance at me.
"I was heading here anyway."
I had a feeling he wasn’t.
Still, all I could manage was—
"I see."
He stepped out of the car and opened the rear door.
Aimy looked at me first.
When I nodded, she happily climbed down.
I followed behind them as we entered the restaurant.
"Good afternoon, sir. Ma’am."
The staff greeted us immediately and guided us toward a table.
The restaurant was one of the most popular places in Rosewood Town.
It wasn’t overly luxurious, but it was elegant in its own way.
Built with polished wood and decorated with fresh flowers from local farms, it carried the comfortable charm Rosewood Town was known for. Large windows overlooked the streets outside, and the scent of freshly prepared food filled the air.
It was the kind of place where most residents celebrated birthdays, family gatherings, and important occasions.
Anna and I often came here along with aimy.
The restaurant was usually crowded, especially on weekends.
Most of its customers came from wealthy families or business owners around town.
We were seated at a table near the large glass windows.
Aimy sat between us.
The waiter handed us menus.
I quickly ordered pasta for Aimy along with a few other things.
President Evan placed his order as well before the waiter excused himself.
The moment he left, silence settled over the table.
An awkward silence.
To be honest, I didn’t know what to say.
President Evan was my superior.
Outside of work, we had never interacted like this before.
Yet here we were, sharing lunch together.
Fortunately, Aimy didn’t seem to notice the awkwardness.
She was too busy staring at the fish tank near the entrance.
"Fish."
She pointed excitedly.
President Evan followed her gaze.
"You like fish?"
She nodded.
"Can you swim?"
"No."
"Then perhaps that’s a good thing."
Aimy frowned.
"Why?"
"Because if you were a fish, your mother would never catch you."
Aimy stared at him for a moment.
Then she burst into laughter.
I nearly choked on my water.
That was the last thing I expected to hear from President Evan.
Surprisingly, he seemed pleased by her reaction.
A few minutes later the food arrived.
The moment Aimy saw her pasta, she immediately picked up her little fork.
Then frowned.
The noodles slipped right off.
She tried again.
And failed again.
President Evan quietly watched the struggle.
Then he reached over, twirled a small portion around the fork, and handed it back to her.
"There."
Aimy looked at him.
Then at the fork.
Then back at him.
"Thank you."
She said gently, and for some reason I froze, just staring as they interacted.
