Married at First Sight novel (Serenity and Zachary York)

Married At First Sight Chapter 3930 Chapter 3930

When Abby returned to Wiltspoon as Bianca, it wasn't for Evan. She had her own mission-she was there for her master, not him.

She hadn't expected Evan to notice her again after just a few months. This time, though, he wasn't bold or direct. Instead, he lurked in the shadows, watching her every move, observing her like a hunter tracking his prey. Did he think Abby didn't know?

She knew. And she couldn't help but wonder-what exactly was Evan up to?

Was he trying to pursue her again, now that he suspected she was Abby?

Weren't the men of the York family supposed to be loyal to their partners, bound by a devotion that lasted a lifetime? That was their reputation, wasn't it? So why didn't Evan live up to it? Why was he chasing her again after walking away? It was clear to Abby that he was only here because he couldn't win Fox over.

"I came here for you," Evan said, his voice unusually sincere.

He was telling the truth-or at least part of it. Even though he wasn't entirely sure who she was, he'd come to find out. Was she Abby? Bianca? Or someone else entirely?

all-there were no obvious similarities.

much so that he'd even enlisted Camryn to help invite Bianca to Wildridge

with her. Evan finally spoke again, his tone laced with longing. "It's the New Year. All my brothers are paired off with their wives or the women they're

came here

even through all that, you've found a way into my heart. What I feel for you is real. It's love. Fox, will you tell me your name? Where you

hung in the air, raw

only smiled. Her expression was calm, her cheeks unflushed. Her eyes betrayed

pang of déjà vu. He remembered the way Abby used to look at him in the beginning-so indifferent, so unaffected. Over time, her gaze had softened. After months of being around him, there had been moments when her eyes betrayed hints of fondness. And yet, he hadn't fallen for Abby. No matter how good she was, no matter how much affection she'd shown,

Huyoniville, not wanting to hurt her further. But when she had

you," he'd

his reverie, sharp and unwavering. "There's more than one man who likes me. Do I owe all of them my name? I'll only share my real name with

like me? You just want to keep them for yourself, don't you? Then you'll call them a 'token of

my beloved is sharp-just as clever as I am.