Lovin You Is Not A Secret novel Chapter 145

　　"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.

　　"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.