Unmasking the Heiress by Sisi Yea

Chapter 390

Minnie scoffed and gave a dismissive shrug. "Come on, Mr. Walter Gordon, we're both smart here. Why play these games with me? But hey, even if you try to hide it, I'm not buying it."

As she spoke, Minnie tried to stay composed, but inside, a storm was raging. She could not stand the thought that while she was gone, Walter could actually fall for that wretched Evangeline. Even so, she had to ask. Walter's coldness made her fear she might never get another chance.

"Believe what you want. It's your head, your thoughts. I'm not here to control them, and I sure don't owe you any explanations," Walter replied, keeping it frustratingly vague.

Admitting he liked Evangeline in front of Minnie was a no-win situation. Plus, he knew all about Minnie's conflict with Evangeline. With Evangeline carrying their child, the last thing he wanted was to turn Minnie into an enemy. If things went south, he would never forgive himself.

"If you're just here to grill me with pointless questions, then you can see yourself out," said Walter, gesturing toward the door, clearly showing her the exit.

"Fine... see you," Minnie said, her face a mix of emotions as she left the study. She walked out of the house without a hint of sadness, but Walter's words kept spinning in her head.

Minnie was sure of one thing: Walter had not fallen for Evangeline yet. So why did he turn down 'Minnie"?

definitely had feelings for her. However, why the abrupt

struck her, and Minnie's cheeks turned

ages. Sure, Minnie's face had changed

it be that Walter, at that moment, thought she was Julia, the one who vanished? That must be why he held her so close. When he snapped back to reality and saw it was 'Minnie" in his arms, he pushed her

piecing that together. Was she

heart sent a wave of joy through Minnie that words just

away from the Gordons with a smile. He felt a weird

pain in his back. However, then, as the dust settled and he took

doctor had left some painkillers before taking off. Walter

them

in, he froze. There was a middle-aged woman by his bed, setting down a bowl on the

of mixed feelings washed