Unmasking the Heiress by Sisi Yea

hapter 221

Walter was already gone. Evangeline reached out for the cold space beside her, not at all surprised by his absence.

She tried to sit up, only then fully realizing how over-the-top Walter had been. Her legs were jelly, shaking with every little move. Getting out of bed seemed like an impossible task.

Evangeline's brow creased as she took in the room. She could not just keep crashing in Walter's office lounge forever, could she?

Gritting her teeth, she forced herself to stand, her legs shaking like leaves in the wind.

As she moved, a hot flush of embarrassment coursed through her, starting somewhere deep and trickling down to her heels. She knew exactly what it was, and the mortification that followed made her wish she could vanish into the floorboards and never resurface. Walter, at least, had shown some decency. He ripped up her old clothes but thoughtfully prepared a fresh set in the bathroom, even including a pair of comfy flats.

The light green jumpsuit he had chosen was crisp and chic, entirely Evangeline's vibe. She could not help but nod in approval at her reflection.

Regardless of everything, Walter had a knack for picking out clothes.

Hobbling out of the lounge, she immediately spotted Walter at his desk, buried in paperwork.

of his eyebrows. "Morning," he said with a hint of a tease. "Why not sleep in

the sight of Walter, from his crisp white shirt-two buttons undone, casually revealing a glimpse of his sculpted chest-to his sleek black

effortlessly cool and undeniably hot. Of course, it was his face,

and the slight smirk playing on his lips, that really drew the

like this, a word danced into Evangeline's

Charismatic.

that was

notice Walter's eyebrows seemed to be doing a victory

clock. It

a furrowed brow, she tossed two frosty words. over her shoulder

"Leaving already?"

was holding, his voice cool as

had shared a night full of passion, yet she was walking out without

"Got stuff to do."

for