My Hidden Marriage With The President

“Do we still have to walk back?” Caleb Livingstone asked Eva Sommers as he stood under the eaves of the house, watching the rain pouring down.

It was also nice to just stand and watch the rain with Eva Sommers.

“Let’s wait, it’s not a good time to take the car.” Eva Sommers shook her head, just now Caleb Livingstone in order to protect her, half of his body is soaked through, the tang Mr. Livingstone when so wretched, the morning up that little doubt has long disappeared, replaced by a heart full of sweetness.

“Good.” Caleb Livingstone nodded.

Whenever Eva Sommers asked, he never refused.

“I don’t know when this rain will stop.” Eva Sommers looked at the rain curtain, so dense that even the words on the stores across the street could not be read, the sky was getting darker, and the breeze blew with a slight chill.

Caleb Livingstone took off his suit and draped it over Eva Sommers’ body.

“Mr. Livingstone, you wear it, your hair is wet just now, you will catch a cold.” Eva Sommers hastily refused.NôvelDrama.Org exclusive content.

“Put it on.” Caleb Livingstone’s broad palm pressed against Eva Sommers’ shoulder, leaving her no way to refuse his clothes.

The two just snuggled under the eaves, quietly watching the rain pouring down, the bright light of neon lights refracting through the water curtain to create a colorful rainbow of beauty.

But the pair’s quiet time is soon shattered by the presence of not only Eva Sommers and Caleb Livingstone under this roof, but also several passersby without umbrellas and a scruffy homeless man.

The homeless man sat there with his head in disarray, so miserable.

Many people avoided him, leaving his piece of space empty, and Eva Sommers happened to be standing right next to this man.

Eva Sommers glanced at the man and thought he looked familiar. Because his skin has been dirty can not see the original color, can only be identified by the five features.

“What are you looking at?” Caleb Livingstone noticed something different about Eva Sommers.

“Saw someone who looked a little familiar.” Eva Sommers answered truthfully.

“Acquaintances?” Caleb Livingstone raised an eyebrow, the row was all foreigners except for the two of them, and he simply ignored the homeless man sitting on the floor.

“I’m not sure.” Eva Sommers looked torn; technically speaking, that person wasn’t really an acquaintance; after all, she knew the other person and they didn’t know her.

“Then go ahead and ask, there’s no harm in mistaken identity.” Caleb Livingstone is looking the other way.

“Do you really have to ask?”

“Go for it.” Caleb Livingstone encouraged Eva Sommers that someone who could get her so torn up must be of some importance to her.

Encouraged 　　by Caleb Livingstone, Eva Sommers finally made up her mind and moved in front of the homeless man, slowly squatting down and looking him straight in the eye.

“Excuse me, are you Waylon Boyle?” Eva Sommers asked cautiously.

Waylon Boyle, once a sensational domestic designer, made his debut in the United States and joined LV as the chief designer within a year. After working at LV for three years, he resolutely resigned to open his own brand with a friend. But for some reason, Eva Sommers hasn’t heard from him in the past year or two.

Eva Sommers knew Waylon Boyle since she was in the US, and was fascinated by his bold colors and distinctive personal style, and always admired him, so she can say he is one of her idols.

That’s why Eva Sommers was so apprehensive 　　just now.

“You are?” The man stepped back a little, looking defensively at Eva Sommers, except there was a wall behind him and no way back.

“Hello, I’m your Fans,” Eva Sommers said, a little excited and a little overwhelmed.

“Sorry, you have the wrong person.” The man denied it without even thinking about it.

“I can’t be mistaken, you have just indirectly admitted, how did you become like this, with your talent can’t be like this …” Eva Sommers looked at the fallen tramp in front of him, simply can’t be connected with the previous The man of the world, who was so proud of his spirit, could not be linked to the former.

“Please go back, there is no more Waylon Boyle in this world long ago.” The man shook his head, unwilling to reveal any information.

He quit his job and opened a personal brand with a friend, but his talent is high but his emotional intelligence is low, and he ended up being cheated of money and sex, and was left with a reputation of being a copycat, and no brand would dare to hire him as a designer.

He just barely maintained his life by doing odd jobs over here, and last month the place where he was doing odd jobs also closed down, completely without income, and he couldn’t even get the money for his flight back to China, so he was homeless …

“No matter what happens to you, I still believe in you!” Eva Sommers immediately took out Caleb Livingstone’s wallet and handed all the cash inside to Waylon Boyle, “I believe you will not run out of money, I also believe you will know how to repay the favor, I don’t want a diamond to be covered with dust, so you take this money to save the emergency, this is a loan, not a handout! If it’s not enough you can contact me again, you decide to go back home or stay here, I will support you in your development.”

Waylon Boyle was deeply touched by Eva Sommers’ words and his eyes reddened slightly, he hadn’t felt moved in a long time.

He has been covered with dust for a long time, and I don’t know if I can wipe it clean, but I can’t imagine that this person who said he was his Fans and had never met him before was so trusting.

Caleb Livingstone looked at Eva Sommers’ serious expression, drew out his personal business card and handed it to Waylon Boyle.

“If you need anything, you can come to me.”

“Yes, yes, you can find Mr. Livingstone, Mr. Livingstone is very powerful, everything can be solved!” Eva Sommers nodded her head in a stack. She didn’t expect Caleb Livingstone to take the initiative, if she had Caleb Livingstone’s help, then everything would be a breeze.

Caleb Livingstone was in a good mood as he listened to Eva Sommers compliment himself. Having a serious cleanliness problem, even talking to such a scruffy person, the hint of discomfort in his heart was suppressed.

Waylon Boyle didn’t expect to see the light at the end of the tunnel, and was so excited that he didn’t know what to say.

At this time the rain gradually stopped, the people under the roof left one after another, leaving only Eva SommersCaleb Livingstone and Waylon Boyle three under the warm light.

Even if one of them is unbelievably sloppy, but this picture is still very warm.

Caleb Livingstone pulled Eva Sommers and said goodbye, the opportunity has been left to Waylon Boyle, the next depends on how he choose.

On the way back Eva Sommers kept on lamenting that life is unpredictable, so we should have fun in time.

Mr. Livingstone listened to it, said very reasonable, back to the hotel will be pressed this and that tossed a number of people, completely implement the idea of Eva Sommers in time to have fun.

Over here Waylon Boyle had mixed feelings as he pinched the business card and cash given to him by Eva Sommers. Eventually he went to a small hotel to clean himself up and talk about other things.

Because Eva Sommers’ series of actions are a bit unusual, some sensitive journalists have already found the clues.