Chapter 9

It was already 7:00 pm, but Jonathan still hadn't announced the start of his birthday party. Jonathan sat on the couch, fidgeting with a lighter while bearing a cold expression. He would occasionally raise his wrist to look at the time. On top of that, he would also unlock his phone screen from time to time. "Jon." Evelyn bit her lip and lightly tugged at his sleeve. "It's getting late, and everyone's hungry…" Jonathan glanced at her with a smile. Yet, for some reason, he couldn't offer a sincere one. "You're the one who's hungry, right?" he teased while pinching Evelyn's cheek. Evelyn conveniently leaned into his arms and pouted. "I'm famished! I really want to have some cake!" That was when Jonathan caught a whiff of a faint but familiar perfume scent. He stiffened, then spoke with a lowered tone. "What perfume are you using?" "I grabbed a random perfume bottle from the dressing room at home." Evelyn was taken aback. "What's wrong, Jon? Does it smell bad?" Jonathan shook his