The CEO's Seductive Doll-Chapter 43: Faking a Story with the Doll

Eternity almost dropped the tea that she was about to place on the coffee table before the siblings. She turned to face Cynthia, and her green eyes widened. She opened her mouth to answer, but no words came out.

She didn’t know what to say.

"Eternity?" Cynthia frowned, noticing how Eternity froze completely.

Eternity began to panic inside.

She didn’t know what elaborate lie she could make up on the spot. Unlike Evan, who had proven to be able to lie with a straight face, Eternity was unable to do such a thing.

Although she was a sex doll, she had her own moral compass.

As weird as it may sound.

It just didn’t sit right with her to lie to someone who vulnerably shared her past with her.

Cynthia’s concerned gaze shifted from Eternity to Evan, who had noticed Eternity’s distress. He cleared his throat and gave Eternity a reassuring smile before turning his attention back to his sister.

"Eternity’s just a little shy about talking about how we met," Evan said smoothly, coming to Eternity’s aid. "It’s a personal story, you know."

Cynthia’s expression softened as she looked at Eternity with understanding.

"I’m sorry if I put you on the spot," she said sincerely. "I didn’t mean to pry."

Eternity managed a grateful smile, thankful that Evan had deflected the situation.

"No worries, Cynthia." She said. "It’s just... You know how Evan’s quite a well-known person in the business field... why I’m just a waitress in a coffee shop."

Against her will, Eternity came up with a lie that she was sure Evan could make a quick story about.

"Remember that cute little café we used to go to, Cynthia?" And as expected, he did just that. "The one near the park?"

"Oh, yeah!" Cynthia exclaimed, her icy-blue eyes lit up with nostalgia. "The one with the amazing pastries and nice atmosphere?"

Evan nodded.

It almost scared Eternity that he made this lie believable even to her.

"That’s where Eternity and I met."

"Oh?" Cynthia exclaimed. "Care to share the details?"

"Well," Evan leaned back on the couch, using his hand as he spoke for emphasis. "So, one day, I decided to visit that old coffee shop."

"I’m quite surprised that it’s still standing," Cynthia commented as she sipped her tea.

"So am I," Evan chuckled. "Anyway, I was waiting for a waiter to get my order at my table. Then, there she was. The most beautiful redhead I’ve ever seen."

Cynthia leaned forward, her curiosity piqued. "Who?"

Even if she already knew the answer to that.

"Eternity," he finally said. "I saw her name on my name tag, and I thought, ’Damn, that’s the most interesting name I’ve ever heard."

Cynthia nodded in agreement, while Eternity had the urge to roll her eyes. She knew for a fact that Evan lamely derived her name from what Manika originally called them.

"She had mesmerized me completely," Evan continued. "I almost didn’t hear her when she asked me for my order. So she repeated, ’Sir, may I get your order?’"

Cynthia’s icy-blue eyes widened in anticipation.

"So I said just coffee."

"Don’t tell me...!" Cynthia literally screamed in disbelief.

"Exactly." Evan feigned excitement just to mirror his sister’s energy.

Eternity found it odd how differently Evan acted when interacting with Cynthia compared to when he was talking to Freiheit. It must be a male thing where you have to act cold to look cool or something.

"She asked me, ’How much sugar do you want, Sir?’" He said this, smiling to himself.

Cynthia clasped her hands together and squealed.

"You’ve always liked your coffee, sweet!"

"That’s when I realized," His eyes looked dreamy as he faked recalling the ’memory’. "’Ah, I think I’ve found it.’"

Eternity frowned, her eyes darting from Cynthia to Evan.

Her heart raced, trying to keep up with the fabricated tale that Evan was weaving. She couldn’t believe he was making up this story on the spot, and she was astounded by how convincingly he was acting.

"Found what?" Cynthia asked eagerly, leaning in as if she were engrossed in hearing a romantic novel.

Evan looked at Cynthia, his expression turning slightly more serious. "I found the missing piece in my mornings. The one thing that was always absent in my life, but I never knew until that moment."

"Oh, Evan, that’s so romantic, but it sounded so cringe-worthy coming from you!"

Eternity couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow at Cynthia’s reaction.

She was buying into this story hook, line, and sinker. Evan, on the other hand, was playing the part with such ease that it was hard for Eternity to believe he was making it all up.

With a soft smile, Evan continued, "We started talking more, and with each visit, I realized there was something special about her. It wasn’t just the coffee. It was her smile, her laughter, and the way she brightened up the room."

Cynthia clasped her hands together, her eyes shining with excitement.

"And then, what happened?"

Eternity found herself getting absorbed in the story, even though it was entirely fabricated. She was curious to see where this was going.

Evan leaned back, his expression turning contemplative.

"I knew I had to see her outside of the coffee shop. So one day, I mustered the courage to ask her out."

Eternity found herself blushing at the sweetness of the lie he was spinning. It was strange to hear this fictionalized version of how they supposedly met. But at the same time, she couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of warmth.

"And that’s the story of how I met and how I asked Eternity out." Evan finished.

Cynthia clapped her hands as if she had heard one of the greatest romantic stories since ’Wuthering Heights.’

"That’s amazing!" She grinned. "I wish to find my next love in such a romantic place!"

"I’m sure you’ll be able to find the person that’ll make you happy, Cynthia," Evan assured. "Anyway, can you tell me about your romantic rendezvous in..."

Eternity sighed in relief as the topic stirred away from Evan and Eternity’s fictional background story.