After she finished speaking, she added with genuine admiration, “Director Whitmore’s boyfriend is so handsome.”
Glenn stopped in his tracks.
His smile froze.
Not long after Evangeline left Glenn’s office, her phone rang. It was Soren.
“Come by the family house tonight.”
Soren, as always, was blunt and to the point.
Unlike before, Evangeline didn’t immediately agree. Instead, she asked, “Will Poppy
be there?”
Soren paused for a split second before answering, “No, she has something to take care of tonight.”
Which, judging by his tone, made it sound like she herself never had anything important going on.
But Evangeline didn’t dwell on it. If Poppy wasn’t around, Evangeline wouldn’t refuse a chance to visit her grandmother at the family estate.
“Alright,” she replied.
She expected Soren to hang up right away, as he usually did, but a couple of seconds passed and the line stayed open. It was as if he was waiting for
something.
“Is there something else?” Evangeline prompted.
Soren hesitated, then his voice turned icy. “Ungrateful brat.”
And with that, he slammed the phone down.
He sounded genuinely angry.
Evangeline was left feeling baffled.
Then, after a moment, the reason dawned on her. Could Soren have found out that she was the one who made sure Fawkes Enterprises couldn’t invest in UME?
That thought barely formed before she dismissed it.
No way.
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Soren never paid attention to her whereabouts. He never cared where she went or what she did. Besides, if he really knew she’d joined UME and blocked his investment, he would have stormed over to confront her by now. He wouldn’t just call and grumble a single insult.
Since it clearly wasn’t about that, Evangeline let it go.
Eventually, Soren would find out. But as long as he didn’t know yet, she could still take advantage of the time she had.
After ending the call, Soren grew increasingly irritated for no reason. He could let things go before, but last night he’d done her a huge favor, even looked after her for almost the entire night.
And she couldn’t even bother to say thank you?
As he thought back on last night, Soren’s mind lingered–unbidden–on the memory
of the bathroom.
The heat radiating from her skin, the sultry, charged atmosphere that filled the
room.
The cold bathroom tiles beneath him and the icy water showering down.
His throat tightened.
His breathing caught.
Something was off.
He and Evangeline had been married for years. It wasn’t as if they’d never been intimate before, but it had always been a simple matter of physical need between a
man and a woman.
But last night, something about her felt… different. He couldn’t put his finger on it.
All he knew was that whenever he thought of Evangeline, his heart would start pounding for no reason.
Especially when he remembered her, in her sleep, murmuring someone else’s name. That inexplicable frustration bubbled up inside him.
She was his wife.
But in her dreams, she was calling out another man’s name.
Alison Whitmore?
Was that the man he’d seen by her side before?
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Was their relationship really that close? Close enough that she would murmur his name in her dreams?
The more Soren thought about it, the angrier he got. He pulled out his phone and dialed Gregory. “What’s the status on what I asked you to look into?”
Gregory was still groggy when he answered.
Not long ago, Soren had asked him to investigate the man around Evangeline. He’d even provided a name.
But after digging deeper, Gregory realized something wasn’t right.
“Mr. Fawkes, the man who had dinner with Mrs. Fawkes that day–his last name
isn’t Whitmore.”
“Not Whitmore?”
So there was more than one man around her?
That only made Soren angrier.
Gregory continued, “His name is Glenn Carlisle.”
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