Unmasking the Heiress by Sisi Yea

Chapter 15

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The bedroom door stood closed before Julia, She knocked tentatively, only to be met with Walter's gruff voice from within.

""Leave me alone."

The rebuff startled Julia, but she did not give up. "Walt, it's me, Julia. Can I come in?"

Her voice was a soft whisper in the tense silence.

Inside, Walter broodingly sat on the couch with a cigarette dangling from his lips. He was the picture of brooding, his eyes fixed on the window where he had last seen Evangeline's retreating figure. No answer came.

With a deep breath, Julia smoothed her skirt and pushed the door open.

Chaos greeted her. The bedroom was in disarray, Evangeline's clothes strewn about as if in the wake of a storm. Walter lounged on the couch by the window, his profile a mask of icy detachment.

He was the epitome of allure, his very presence a siren call of raw magnetism that kept others at bay-a trait she found utterly captivating.

However, as she stepped forward, Walter's gaze snapped to her. His voice was a low rumble, quiet yet the frown creasing his forehead was a clear sign of his annoyance. "I won't repeat myself. Leave!" Julia froze.

It made no sense. Walter despised that vixen Evangeline, did he not? Why did her leaving throw him into such a stormy mood, enough to lash out at her?

eyes did not deceive her. There, beside Walter, lay the skirt Evangeline had worn.

she had never fit in, no matter how hard she

well-his temper, his coldness. Anyone who crossed his bottom line might never get another

irritate him. Evangeline and Walter

the Gordon family's lady for three years? Walter

would be the queen of

spoke, her tone was soft and slightly aggrieved, with

Walt. I'll leave you be. However, if you ever need to talk, I'm here for you,

clenched her jaw and walked

a mask of tension, his whole demeanor screamed 'back off. The pain had ebbed away, leaving only the icy glint in his

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could not believe Evangeline had

dull ache

floor.

the memory of her stripping

even pinpoint

soured further when Caden's call came in. "You sound like you're in a bad mood. Catch your in

fine, hanging up

drink to drown

""Where at?" "Our spot."

girt