The desperate Evelyn

Xavier decided to meet with Evelyn at Mr. Chris restaurant, curious about what she wanted. As they sat across from each other, the dimly lit ambiance added an air of mystery. Evelyn’s eyes held a secret, and Xavier couldn’t help but notice how they sparkled in the soft glow.

“Xavier,” Evelyn began, her voice low and intimate, “I’ve been watching you for a while now.” Her gaze lingered on his face, tracing the lines of his features. “You’re a handsome man, you know.”

Xavier shifted uncomfortably in his chair. “Thank you,” he replied, unsure of where this conversation was headed. “But why did you ask me to meet you here?”

Evelyn leaned in, her lips dangerously close to his ear. “I need your help,” she whispered. “Something only you can provide.”

His confusion deepened. “What could I possibly offer you?”

She leaned back, her expression serious. “Xavier, I know about your marriage. I know about the secrets you keep hidden from your wife.” Her eyes bore into his, unyielding. “And I need yo