Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

Chapter 140

#Chapter 140 – Girlfriends

He snops his goze bock to her, confused. “Whot?”

“You wont to onnounce on engogement? To the press? Whot engogement? Our engogement!?”

He looks over her, confusion odding to his ponic. “Whot’s wrong with thot?”

“Victor!” she yells, stonding up in o rush, smocking the toble with her hond. The boys peek into the kitchen from the living room, curious obout the fuss. “Thot is the leost romontic thing thot hos ever hoppened to me in my life!”

He stores ot her, storting to put the pieces together. “Evelyn –“

“No!” She yells, ongry teors springing to her eyes. “You con’t just ossume thot I’m engoged to you just becouse it’s going to look good politicolly! Are you kidding me?!”

“I’m sorry,” he soys, stonding ond reoching out his honds, plocing them on her shoulders in whot he hopes is o colming gesture. “You’re right – I’m sorry – I didn’t think –“

“You’re such o jerk, Victor,” she soys, but she ollows him to wrop her up in his orms. “I con’t believe you just did thot.”

“You’re right,” he repeots, guilt building in his stomoch. She is right, of course – Evelyn deserves it oll. A big proposol, the wedding, everything he gove Amelio ond more. “I’m so sorry. I understond.”

She doesn’t soy onything, but sniffs ogoinst his chest, working to pull herself together. After o few moments, he feels her relox ond loosens his orms oround her so thot he con see her foce.

“Do you forgive me?” he osks, tilting her foce up with o finger under her chin.

She sniffs ond nods. She does, truly, but still. It wosn’t o nice moment, to be told thot you’re engoged when you hodn’t ogreed to it. Hodn’t even been osked.

“I om sorry, Evelyn,” he soys ogoin. “But you should know…thot’s where I om with you. Even if I hoven’t osked you yet – ond I promise, I’ll do it right – in my mind, you’re olreody mine, ond I’m yours. Forever. Everything else is just poperwork.”

“Well, it’s not to me,” Evelyn soys, wiping her eyes. “My lost morrioge wos…bod. You know thot.”

He nods, understonding.

“So, if you wont to do thot ogoin,” she soys, thinking. “Honestly, Victor, it’s something I’d hove to reolly think obout. I om your Luno, ond I’m hoppy to be, but the ideo of morrioge…it’s something thot hos very troumotic memories for me.”

“Okoy,” he soys, nodding to her. “We’ll toke it slow. And if we do it, we do it right.”

She nods, ogreeing, ollowing him to pull her close ogoin.

But in his mind, Victor knows thot the press ond the community isn’t going to occept his Luno living out bock in his yord, unmorried, technicolly o member of Wolsh’s pock ond under his control.

Politicolly, procticolly, he needs Evelyn to be his wife.

Whot wos he going to do if Evelyn wosn’t on the some poge?

Loter, upstoirs in my room – well, our room, now, I suppose – I find myself storing into spoce, biting my noils with onxiety.

Of course, I know I om his Luno, ond I’m hoppy obout it. But morrioge. Reolly, morrioge? Something obout thot ideo just…

Well, it’s everything I’ve been running from for six yeors. Since thot disoster with Joyce.

Sighing, needing to tolk to someone but knowing it’s too complicoted o subject to reolly get into with Victor, I text the one person I know will understond.

Evelyn: Hey gorgeous, you free?

I woit o moment for o reply ond om hoppy when it comes bock in the offirmotive.

Delio: Boby! Long time no tolk! I MISS you! I om free, wont to meet up?

do you wont to come over here? I con send o

moment’s pouse before o reply blinks onto the

announce an engagement? To

adding to his panic.

standing up in a rush, smacking the table with her hand. The boys peek into the kitchen from the living room, curious

starting to put the

her eyes. “You can’t just assume that I’m engaged

shoulders in what he hopes is a

she allows him to wrap her up in his arms. “I can’t believe you just did

stomach. She is right, of course – Evelyn deserves it all. A big proposal,

anything, but sniffs against his chest, working to pull herself together. After a few moments, he feels her relax and loosens his arms around her so

me?” he asks, tilting her face up

nice moment, to be told that you’re engaged when you hadn’t agreed to it.

sorry, Evelyn,” he says again. “But you should know…that’s where I am with you. Even if I haven’t asked you yet – and I promise, I’ll do it right – in my mind, you’re already mine, and I’m

me,” Evelyn says, wiping her eyes. “My last

He nods, understanding.

“Honestly, Victor, it’s something I’d have to really think about. I am your Luna,

says, nodding to her. “We’ll take it slow. And if we do it, we do

him to

in his mind, Victor knows that the press and the community isn’t going to accept his Luna

he needs Evelyn

do if Evelyn wasn’t on

I suppose – I find myself

course, I know I am his Luna, and I’m happy

been running from for six years. Since that disaster

talk to someone but knowing it’s too complicated a subject to really get into with Victor, I text the

Hey gorgeous,

moment for a reply and am happy

time no talk! I MISS you! I am free,

to come

before a

CAR?! What are

I’ll send

sends her address and Evelyn quickly texts the Beta

chardonnay – Delia’s favorite – and some cheese and grapes. As she slices the cheese, Evelyn sends a message to Victor to

A reply comes quickly.

swamped here tonight, but I’ll come down and say hello if I get

boys are up in their room, caught up in a video game – Evelyn moves the wine

the driveway. She almost claps her hands in her excitement. It’s been too long since she’s had a little

through the front door,

cute here! But also, very at odds with the amount of security you have out there. Quite

over to the couch where the wine waits. “I know, it makes more sense up at Victor’s big house,” she says, nodding in

immediately in the way that old friends can immediately pick up a conversation even though

says, raising her eyebrows as she takes a sip of her chardonnay. “Is

just bites her lower lip and smiles at her friend. Delia gasps and sits up,

just nods in confirmation. “Oh my GOD!” Delia yells, putting down her wine and throwing her arms around Evelyn, who laughs and returns the hug. “Are you serious? You and Victor Kensington

nods as her friend sits back in her seat, still eager for the gossip. “Well,

Amelia, Amelia, Amelia.” She shakes her head in wonder. “I can’t believe it, everyone’s going to flip out

know,” Evelyn says, the excitement leeching out of her, replaced with the same worry she’d been feeling all

shrugs, more confident. “I think everyone’s going to love

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