The CEO’s Ex-Wife Is A Famous Doctor

Chapter 71: Evan Cooking

Following Lucas’ question, Shantelle turned to Evan for help, but the man said to their son, “That’s entirely up to your mommy.”

Shantelle’s mouth fell open as she glared at Evan. ‘Great, so much for the help.’

“Please, Mommy. Please. I want a brother and then a sister and then a brother

again!” Lucas said, counting with his

fingers.

Before Shantelle could answer, however, she saw Keith walk in. She found a perfect excuse to change the topic. “Oh, look. It’s your Uncle Keith!”

“Hi, Uncle Keith!” Lucas waved. Then, he

saw a familiar lady who walked up behind

Keith. “Hi, Aunt Karise.”

Behind Lucas, Shantelle was shocked to see her friend arriving at the party with Keith. She could tell Evan was also taken

aback.

Keith and Karise first greeted Lucas. After which, they exchanged pleasantries with Shantelle and Evan.

Evan gave Keith that probing look that the latter mouthed, ‘Later.’

Shantelle was also curious, but Karise gave her that same face, the kind that suggested she would talk about it

afterward. They all ate at the same table. There was silence for the first few minutes, but eventually, Keith and Evan talked business, covering the insurance claims of Lockwood Children’s Hospital.

They were all mostly done with their

meals when Keith turned to Lucas and

asked how he was. Lucas happily shared

how he loved his new home, including enrolling in a new school. Lucas

described, “I’m going back to school next month.”

“That’s great, Lucas,” Keith said, giving the boy a high-five.

“And guess what, Uncle Keith? Mommy and Daddy will give me a brother soon!” Lucas announced, making Shantelle

choke on her wine.

Keith wound up frowning at Evan. He signaled Evan to join the boy’s table by

standing up and walking over to where Wendell was.

“Shanty, excuse me. I won’t take long,”

Evan said.

“Go, have time with your friends too,” Shantelle encouraged.

After Evan left, Karise moved to sit next

to Shantelle. She whispered, “Are you back together?”

“Um, no,” Shantelle admitted. “I want to think this through first. Lucas is just jumping to conclusions because I have allowed myself to spend time with Evan. I don’t want to put a name on it for now, but what’s with you and Keith?”

“Oh, me and Keith? Nothing, we are just friends!” Karise replied, her face turning

red.

“Okay, then. Why did you blush?” Shantelle asked. “There’s something else,

is there?”

with benefits’ kind of agreement,

you.

Just be

serial dater,” Shantelle reminded.

to forget you,” Karise reminded Shantelle.” Sorry,

to move on

“No,

since you gave me advice the last time, let me point out one thing: where friends have benefits,

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the boys’

the same. However,

up to being friends

more on

stood in Shantelle’s life.

Keith, explaining, “Lucas saw us kiss, and he thought

give him a brother, but no, we

for where we stand, I don’t know. We finally went on a date, and

again this weekend. I

her and push for a

“Evan claimed.

for her,” Wendell

dig that,”

as if asking for his opinion.

It’s a good idea.

When was the last time he cooked? That was probably

hit Lockwood

boil some eggs. Was that even considered

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nothing,” Evan said as he narrowed his

receiving tips on how to flip a

He was standing on a chair, waiting for his father to show off that golden brown top. Finally, when

Evan

side. He badly wanted the succeeding ones to be perfect and

told Lucas about his plan. His son was excited

to be in the kitchen at six in the morning. That day, Evan left the villa at five, bringing bags of ingredients for

pancake, Evan had baked an egg casserole. Now, he simply needed to

The maids helped Evan prepare the dining area for breakfast. Shantelle was

to arrive.

“Surprise!” Lucas exclaimed.

wearing an apron.

you wearing

wait. You

in shock.

–

with his own hands?

way!

the beautiful Doctor Shant,” Evan said, not hesitating to call Shantelle.

chair for Shantelle to take a seat. He said, “Do

it too, Daddy!”

Evan answered. He helped Lucas into a chair. He removed his

a single pancake,

pieces of sausage each.

his apron, he sat next

Lucas and served himself.

“Mmmm. Smell’s good. Buttermilk?”

Shantelle sought.

I tried to mimic

at Shantelle, saying, “The chef there was happy to give me the

laughed at Evan’s suggestion. She shook

with a few

we?” Evan proposed. One,

pancakes and chewed down

“I love the pancakes. They taste like the Century

Evan proudly said. If only his son knew how