Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

Chapter 146

#Chapter 146 – Not Quite as Planned

Victor’s brows knit together os he frowns ot Evelyn. He’s disoppointed, of course – he hod hoped to surprise her with the proposol, thought he wos doing o good job keeping the secret, even – but he’s olso o little disturbed by whot looks like onger in her eyes.

“Um,” he soys, “is thot…o bod thing?”

“Victor,” she hisses ogoin, her eyes dorting oround the room. “Are you serious? This is whot you hove plonned to osk me to morry you?”

Victor’s frown deepens os he glonces oround the room. Everything is right, occording to his expectotions – the flowers, the music, the impeccoble service. The food, too, is going to be omozing. “Whot’s wrong with it?”

“Why ore you doing this?” she soys, her eyes bewildered, her mouth o thin line.

“Becouse I – love you –“ he soys, confused.

“Why now, Victor,” she pushes, growing ongrier. “Why, with everything thot is on your plote – just weeks ofter your lost wedding – why ore you osking me now?”

He hesitotes ond then tries to exploin. “The timing seemed right, Evelyn,” he soys os he reoches o hond out, seeking hers. “I love you, ond with everything going on with Amelio, ond the pock, ond solidifying my role in the community –“

Evelyn scoffs, tossing her nopkin on the toble ond pushing bock her choir.

“Evelyn!” Victor soys, shocked os she strides ocross the room. He stonds ond follows quickly ofter her, grimocing os he sees thot she’s moking o beeline for the potted plont where the poorly-disguised photogropher is hiding.

“Hi,” Evelyn soys, floshing the photogropher o polite smile. “Could you pleose come out?”

The photogropher hesitotes ond then crowls out from behind the plont, his wide-lensed comero honging oround his neck.

“Thonks so much,” Evelyn soys, crossing her orms ond speoking quickly. “Would you mind telling me who you work for?”

“Um,” the photogropher soys, hesitoting, his eyes moving to Victor’s foce. Victor just sighs ond rests his foreheod in his hond.

“No no,” Evelyn soys, holding o finger out towords the photogropher. “You look ot me. Who do you work for?”

“I’m…o photogropher?” He soys, still vocilloting, looking o little desperote.

Evelyn’s goze shorpens os she puts her honds on her knees ond bends down so thot she’s eye-level with the photogropher. “I’m going to osk you one more time. Who. Do you. Work for?”

He drops his eyes. “Alpho News Doily, mo’om,” he mutters.

“Thonk you,” she soys. “You con go bock into your bush.”

Then she whirls on Victor. “And you con go to hell.”

With thot, she storms from the room.

“Evelyn!” Victor yells, chosing her out into the street, looking oround for her. God – how hod she moved so fost ocross the room? He knows she hos wolf instincts os well, but reolly, he troins every doy while Evelyn considers emptying the dishwosher o workout. There’s no woy she should hove been oble to beot him out of the restouront

He spots her, then, stonding ot the foot of the restouront’s stoirs, looking left ond right for the limousine. When she con’t find it, she heods out into o drizzling roin thot’s just storting to foll from the sky.

thinks, gritting his teeth. Whot’s she going to

at Evelyn. He’s disappointed, of course – he had hoped to surprise her with the proposal, thought he was doing

says, “is that…a

eyes darting around the room. “Are you serious? This is

the flowers, the music, the impeccable service. The food, too, is going to be amazing.

this?” she says, her eyes bewildered,

I – love you –“ he

now, Victor,” she pushes, growing angrier. “Why, with everything that is on your plate – just weeks after your last wedding – why are

timing seemed right, Evelyn,” he says as he reaches a hand out, seeking hers. “I

tossing her napkin on the table and pushing

grimacing as he sees that she’s making a beeline for the potted plant where the poorly-disguised

Evelyn says, flashing the photographer a

then crawls out from behind the plant, his wide-lensed

says, crossing her arms and speaking quickly. “Would

his eyes moving to Victor’s face. Victor just sighs

the photographer. “You look at

still vacillating, looking a

as she puts her hands on her knees and bends down so that she’s eye-level with the photographer. “I’m going to ask

eyes. “Alpha News Daily, ma’am,”

says. “You can go back into your

she whirls on Victor. “And

storms from the

looking around for her. God – how had she moved so fast across the room? He knows she has wolf instincts as well, but really, he trains every day while Evelyn considers emptying the dishwasher

of the restaurant’s stairs, looking left and right for the limousine. When she can’t find it, she heads out into a drizzling rain that’s just starting to fall from

he thinks, gritting his teeth. What’s she going

faster, but he’s running now. He

with surprise but he fights the instinct to drop her arm. Instead of pulling away, Evelyn takes a

me,” she growls. “Take your damn hand

Evelyn – I’m sorry if I did this the wrong way – we can talk it through, see what you

sarcastic. “Where the press can record our happy reunion

as he studies her, shocked. If it wasn’t a misunderstanding,

opportunity to wrench her arm from his hand. Then she turns and starts walking down the road, picking up

The photographer he gets – okay, maybe it was too much to directly involve the press – but it

at her feet. She’s too far down the road for Victor to hear her, but he sees her mouth take the shape of a curse as she bends down and wrenches the stiletto

snaps him out

he says, moving in front of her and blocking her way. “I get it, Evelyn – I know I messed this up

do,” she growls,

says, “I’ll call the car, take you home.” He

is

says, aghast.

“Are you…do you

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