#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.

his teeth. Whot’s she going to do,

seconds, grobbing her by the orm, holding her fost. Victor’s brows knit together as he frowns at Evelyn. He’s disappointed, of course – he had

“is that…a

her eyes darting around the room. “Are you serious? This is what you have planned to ask me

frown deepens as he glances around the room. Everything is right, according to his expectations – the flowers, the music, the impeccable service. The food, too, is going to be amazing. “What’s wrong with

you doing this?” she says, her eyes

I – love you –“ he

on your plate – just weeks after your last wedding – why are you

says as he reaches a hand out, seeking hers. “I love you,

her napkin on the table

and follows quickly after her, grimacing as he sees that she’s making a beeline for the potted plant

the photographer a polite smile. “Could

photographer hesitates and then crawls out from behind the plant, his wide-lensed camera hanging

speaking quickly. “Would you mind telling me

eyes moving to Victor’s face.

finger out towards the photographer. “You look at

still vacillating, looking a little

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,”

you,” she says. “You can go

Victor. “And you can go to

she storms from

wolf instincts as well, but really, he trains every day while Evelyn considers emptying the dishwasher a

restaurant’s stairs, looking left and right for the limousine. When she can’t find it, she heads out into a drizzling rain

damnit, he thinks, gritting his teeth. What’s

out after her, calling her name again. She ignores him, walking faster, but he’s running now. He catches her in seconds, grabbing her by the arm, holding her

definitely means. Victor’s eyes flash with surprise but he

of me,” she growls. “Take

sorry if I did this the wrong way – we can talk

she says, her voice sarcastic. “Where the press can record our happy

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

turns and starts walking down the road, picking

happened to make her so mad. The photographer he gets – okay, maybe it was too much to directly involve the press

Victor to hear her, but he sees her mouth take the shape

him

he calls, running down the road toward her, the rain starting in earnest now. He catches up. “Seriously,” he says, moving in front of her and blocking her way. “I get it, Evelyn – I know

do,” she growls,

to step around him but he gets in her way. “You’re going to tear your feet to shreds, he says, “I’ll call the car, take you home.” He looks down at her as the rain begins to paste her curls to her beautiful face.

valet, who is standing at

says, aghast. “Figure it

“What…” he says. “Are you…do you not want to figure this out? Are

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