"I told you you could live in my apartment right? I'll give it to you." Evan still hadn't returned to work with the beef he was supposed to cut into pieces for the barbecue. "Or if you don't want to stay in my apartment you can stay at my house." And Evan was serious about it.
Luci's face suddenly turned confused. No wonder. Living in Evan's apartment alone seemed odd to her, let alone living in Evan's house. 'He's delirious, isn't he?' Luci thought suspiciously. Her eyes searched for signs that Evan was unconscious.
"I did it for the sake of our contract," Evan cleared his throat after realizing his rash attitude. "If we lived together maybe it would be more able to fool grandma. I have a house in this town and it's not too far from the hospital where Hans is being treated. So you can still safely visit the child."