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When Lucas heard this, doubts flickered in his eyes.

"How did you know that?"

"With my professional intuition."

Jacob squinted.

As has been said before, he was a psychologist and a very authoritative psychologist abroad.

Therefore, he has seen many kinds of patients, and he has developed a pair of sharp eyes, which were very accurate.

"Although I only met her once and did not talk to her much, from the analysis of her actions and words, she is a very considerate person, which can be seen from the dishes she gave you." He said that, and deliberately stopped to look at Lucas.

Lucas recalled the picture in the box. He didn't think much about it at that time. He was thought about it when this said by him.

Because he thought about not only her behaviour just now, but also the scene when they got along with each other at ordinary time.

Looking back carefully at this moment, he soon found that Nora, the woman, was always doing things quietly and knowing what he just needed.

When Jacob saw that he was thoughtful, he continued, "In addition to being considerate, I think she must be very kind, and she is still a girl with her own ideas."

Lucas looked at him and nodded slowly: "Yes, she really has a lot of ideas, and beyond my imagination."

Jacob heard the story and snapped his fingers: "So I said that rumors killed people. In the rumors, she was capricious and cunning, but now we don't see these characters in her at all." Lucas frowned. Although he had gradually believed his words in his heart, he could not help defending, "What if she pretended to be?"

"Pretend?"

Jacob squinted, and then shook his head: "A person even if how she is good at pretending, she should be like what she is. Even though she could pretend successfully, there is still a time to expose." When he finished, he looked at Lucas and asked, "Have you found anything unusual about her?"

Lucas hesitated.

"Nothing else was found except that she was different from the woman in the rumors."

Jacob understood.

"So she's not pretending, and that's her true nature."

He said, as if he had thought of something interesting, and teased, "Speaking of it, I saw a special atmosphere in her."

When Lucas heard his words, he was curious to inquire.

"What's the atmosphere?"

Jacob looked at him and laughed, "It's the mysterious power that you mentioned to me before that can make people quite for no reason."

He rubbed his chin and continued, "So it was she who you asked me at the beginning?"

Lucas nodded his head.

"It's her."

Jacob nodded: "That makes sense. I think that's why she can comfort you miraculously during your illness."

The problem that Lucas had been unable to figure out was solved by him in three or two words. He had a sharp observation.

It was precisely because every time he could see through the appearance and know the essence at a glance. So Lucas convinced him.

Lucas was silent and did not know what to say.

Because of what Jacob said, he knew it from the beginning.

When he saw that Lucas was silent, he did not care. Jacob could not help sighing

"To be honest, you're so lucky. It's hard to find a person with this kind of atmosphere, but you find one."

Lucas couldn't help happy when he heard his words.

Since his illness, he has taught himself psychology for several years, not to mention that he has lived with Evelyn for so long, and his own state was also watched by himself. "Indeed, I am very lucky."

He laughed and then mentioned what happened after he returned home.

"Since I am with her, the times of illness have been much less than before, and my condition has improved a little bit.

Jacob heard this, and he was very interested in it.

"Oh? What improvements?

Lucas looked at him and said seriously, "You know that I couldn't bear any dim at before. Especially at night, I couldn't go out. But when I came back to home and was with her, I could go out with her at night. As long as there was light, I felt nothing uncomfortable. As for the dim place, it has no great influence on me now."

Jacob listened, eyes full of surprise.

"As you say, it won't take you long to heal yourself."

Lucas smiled and shook his head.

"You think too much!"

Jacob looked at him puzzled. "What do you mean?"

Lucas glanced at him and squinted: "At first, I thought I would heal like you, but I tried, unless she was by my side, what was it before and what is it now?"

Jacob listened and his face changed slightly.

"Doesn't she have a great influence on you?"

Lucas nodded his head: "Yes."

Two words, he said with unpredictable and dignified expression.

Jacob saw that and knew how much Lucas cared it.

After all, he knew his friend didn't like things beyond his control, or he was influenced by others.

However, it was just not something he could avoid depending on his willing.

He thought of it and consoled, "Don't think so much about it. Someone can subtly alleviate your symptoms. It's better than your long-term dependence on drugs. Although the drugs also can alleviate your condition, it's not good for your health." Lucas understood naturally so that he nodded.

In this way, they arrived at the company during the conversation.

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At the same time, Evelyn just returned to the new house. She was informed by the housekeeper that the old Mr. Hawk was finding her.

"I see. I'll go."

Then she turned to the main house.

When she got to the main house, she saw the old Mr. Hawk sitting in the garden and making the tea.

He heard the footsteps and saw Evelyn is coming elegantly, a kind smile on his face.

"Nora."

He greeted, and Evelyn hurried over.

"Grandpa."

She called sweetly.

the old Mr. Hawk looked at her dress and asked with a smile, "Are you going out?"

"No, I just came back. I went out with Lucas to meet a friend at noon."

The old Mr. Hawk nodded, "Then you shouldn't mind talking with me, a old man."

He looked at Evelyn with amusement.

"Grandpa, you should not say that. I would not mind."

Evelyn said pleasantly, and she immediately sat beside the old Mr. Hawk.

When she saw the tea set on the table, she took over naturally and brewed a pot of tea for the old Mr. Hawk.

The skillful technique made the old Mr. Hawk nod his head admiringly.NôvelDrama.Org content rights.

"You really like to hide. Obviously you can make tea, but you didn't do it last time."

Evelyn smiled awkwardly and put down her cup, explaining, "That's because of the old Mr. Wilson. I'm afraid I can not behave well, and let Grandpa shamefully." "Why? I don't think you're worse than that old fellow."

The old Mr. Hawk deliberately scolded her with a straight face: "You can't play these tricks with Grandpa in the future."

Evelyn had no choice but promised and then she changed the topic. "Well, Grandpa, is there anything you want to tell me?"

The old Mr. Hawk heard the words and the smile on his face faded a little.

"I heard there was a lot of noise over there last night."