Walter had heard every harsh word Julia's family had thrown. There was no way he could ignore it.

All that, and he stood by her side, shielding her from more harm. The unspoken truth of his loyalty did not need to be spelled out.

Evangeline's eyes glistened with unshed tears, and as she looked at Walter, a wave of emotion washed over her, burying both her tears and the last bits of her daydreams about him.

She wanted to confront him, to ask, "Walter, does Julia mean that much to you? And what about me? Am I just someone you spent one night with?"

The words would not come, however.

Her pride, the pride of the Foster family's darling daughter, had been crushed once when she pressured Walter into marriage. She could not let it happen again.

Evangeline inhaled sharply, her face a mask of frost, her eyes glinting like ice. "Give me Julia, and I'll disappear."

Julia's actions were beyond forgiveness.

pay with her life. "Impossible."

half an hour earlier, there might have been a chance. Julia, however, was already

no intention of handing Julia over

would not touch Julia with a 10-foot pole, so why would he let Evangeline sully her hands? Letting Julia go off to Northern Montavia to deal with her own mess was the best outcome he

darling. so

any idea that your precious lady drugged me at the Whiskey Barrel Pub, a place crawling with all sorts of shady characters? Her motives for doing that don't

been for you that night, who knows which lowlife would have taken advantage of me! Is it wrong for me to confront Julia

to suffer in silence? Is it all because

wished that he and his sweetheart

Chapter 115

+25 BONUS

stairs, the sharp sound of the slap echoed through the living room. A vivid red handprint stood

Evangeline's hand-the one that had just struck him-and hoisted her up effortlessly. The door

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255