Married at First Sight novel (Serenity and Zachary York)

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Evan had been waiting outside the gates of the Du Group since the afternoon. Hours had passed, and he hadn't even caught a glimpse of Abby. When she finally picked up his call, relief washed over him. "I still have some work to finish," Abby said coolly. "I won't leave until it's done. What do you want?"

The confirmation that she was still in the office reassured Evan. At least she hadn't left while he'd been waiting. A smile crept onto his face.

"Abby, it's already dark, and it's time for dinner. Aren't you hungry? How about this-come out for a meal with me. After we eat, I'll bring you back so you can finish your work. Sound good? Or," he added quickly, "how much work do you have left? I bought us movie tickets. Once you're done, we can catch a show together."

Abby's response was as cold as ever. "Evan, I'm sorry, but I don't have time. When I'm done here, I'll head home for dinner. It's rare that I don't have to go to a business dinner tonight, and I'd like to rest."

Abby already had plans to meet up with her girlfriends at the pedestrian street later that evening. They were going shopping

chasing her for a single day, and he was already suggesting dinner and a

her heart to him. And what had he said? That he could never fall in love with her. He had told her to give up, apologizing as if that would erase the pain. No, Evan York wouldn't

to pick up Spencer at the airport on Saturday, but now she was reconsidering. Maybe she would go and pick him

always shared a sibling-like bond. And Spencer's heart belonged to someone else. But spending time with him might make Evan uncomfortable,

her lips. After all, Spencer was practically family. If she spent more time with him, it would seem perfectly natural. Whether Evan liked it or

his approach. "Alright, forget the movie. Let's just grab dinner. My

icy. "Evan, do you think I can't afford to feed myself? I don't need you to treat me. Besides, I like sour and spicy food. Can you even handle that? You don't eat

truth. Back when they'd occasionally eaten together, Abby had always been the one to accommodate

wasn't picky about food, but her preference for bold,