Unmasking the Heiress by Sisi Yea

Chapter 62

Trey's illness had taken a toll on his appetite, Evangeline made him some oatmeal. and carefully fed him, then gently washed his hands and face. By the time she was done, it was already the middle of the night. Once Trey was sound asleep, Evangeline could finally relax. She headed to her old room to wind down.

After a quick wash, she was so wiped out that she passed out the moment her head hit the pillow.

Walter got in from the airport well after midnight, worn out from his trip and a nasty stomach bug. He barely made it to his bed before collapsing.

Then, out of nowhere, he caught a whiff of something familiar.

It was Evangeline's signature scent.

Was he so tired he was hallucinating, or was her scent really lingering in the room?

His fingers brushed against something unexpectedly soft, and without thinking, he gave it a gentle squeeze.

Evangeline, who had been sound asleep, woke up with a start, her hand flying to her face as she cried out. She had been dreaming that a monster was pinching her cheek with such force that it yanked her out of her slumber. Blinking in confusion, she noticed a dark figure on the bed, which made her panic. She quickly snapped on the bedside light.

"Walter?"

"Evangeline?"

They both shot up, their voices overlapping in surprise.

are you here?" They echoed each other once

at Walter, too shocked to

vanished in an instant.

talking about divorce two days ago,

should take a look in the mirror Though, I admit, the Wather in the error might

liberties, she accused, pointing to her reddened cheek Look at this, my face is swollen. You're nothing

face flushed with embarrassment. He had been half asleep and had mistaken the situation for a dream, not realizing his

for you?" he offered, leaning in close almost

Evangeline's hand brushed against the bedside lamp, and the plug came loose, plunging the room

and Evangeline felt the warmth of his breath

Evangeline, her voice faltering as she

quickly caught her, pressing her back against the pillow, their

off, but

too cowardly to face anyone?"

the whole town. Feeling triumphant seeing the Gordon Group heir dumped in the headlines?" Walter's grip on her hand was firm, pinning her down, his gaze intense and unyielding. "Is that how badly you want to

averted her gaze, dodging the heat in Walter's eyes. "Didn't

Walter who never wanted the marriage in the

servant in the Gordon household for three years, nearly stripping away her spirit, her happiness,

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