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

to speak. Any trace of drowsiness

vanished in an instant.

his rumpled clothes, fighting off his own weariness. "What's this? You were talking about divorce two days ago, and now you're here in the

a look in the mirror Though, I admit, the

she accused, pointing to

had mistaken the situation for a dream, not realizing

he offered, leaning in close almost

the plug came loose, plunging the room back into darkness. Moonlight streamed through the

Walter's chiseled features, and Evangeline felt the warmth of his breath as her

voice faltering as she

pressing her back against

but he was as immovable as a

back here? Hiding out and avoiding a divorce, too cowardly to face anyone?" Evangeline, clearly

hell-bent on this divorce, making a spectacle for 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 be rid of

her gaze, dodging the heat in Walter's eyes. "Didn't you get your answer to

who never wanted the marriage in the first place, who had

a servant in the Gordon household for three

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