Chapter 130
Sensing her gaze, Finn didn’t bother to explain. He simply lowered his hand, using his shirt sleeve to hide it.
“They’ll be here soon,” he said, his tone calm but firm. “When it’s time to put on a show, make sure you play your part well.”
He sat down beside her.
Evangeline blinked, confused. “Put on a show?”
She didn’t understand at first, but it didn’t take long for Finn’s meaning to become painfully clear.
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Outside the restaurant, Lily and a few colleagues hopped out of a car.
One of them hesitated, looking anxious. “Lily, isn’t this a bit much? We look like we’re up to no good.”
“What’s the harm?” Lily shot back, already striding forward. “We’re just taking a peek. Don’t you want to know who’s giving gifts to Director Whitmore?”
Earlier, they’d seen Evangeline leave work and get whisked away in a very expensive car. If the man was really a catch, Evangeline would have introduced him to everyone by now–so what was she hiding?
The more Lily thought about it, the more convinced she became that the
mysterious man was nothing to brag about. She’d lost face earlier and was determined to turn things around. She wanted everyone to see for themselves just how unimpressive this guy was–and watch Evangeline squirm.
Egged on by Lily’s insistence, the group’s curiosity only grew. In the end, they all crept into the restaurant, trying to blend into the background.
“They’re here,” Finn murmured.
Evangeline was cutting her steak. At his words, she instinctively looked up and saw a woman striding toward their table, clutching her purse with white–knuckled fury.
The sharp click of high heels on the hardwood floor echoed across the room. Even without looking, Evangeline could feel the woman’s anger radiating toward her.
“So you’re the little homewrecker seducing Finn?” the woman spat, her voice ringing
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out before Evangeline could react. In the next instant, she raised her hand and swung at Evangeline’s face.
But Evangeline, sensing trouble the moment the woman appeared, was already half–prepared. She reflexively dodged to the side.
The woman’s hand smacked into the back of the chair with a loud thud.
Evangeline winced just hearing it.
The woman clutched her hand in pain, her eyes brimming with tears. Her humiliation quickly turned to rage. “How dare you dodge! I’ll teach you a lesson!”
She lunged for Evangeline again.
Evangeline glanced at Finn, hoping for some intervention, but he merely sipped his wine, watching the unfolding scene with detached interest, as if none of this concerned him.
With no help coming, Evangeline grabbed the woman’s wrist, steadying her. “If you have something to say, we can talk about it.”
The woman shook her off, refusing to back down. “What’s there to talk about with a home–wrecking tramp like you?” She struggled, determined to land another slap.
Without a second thought, Evangeline picked up a glass of red wine and poured it straight over the woman’s head.
Cold and drenched, the woman gasped, her whole body shivering. She stared at Evangeline in disbelief. “Did you just pour that on me?”
Evangeline’s voice was calm. “Yes. Maybe it’ll clear your head.”
Before the woman could explode again, Evangeline pointed at Finn. “Look–I just poured wine all over you, and your boyfriend hasn’t moved a muscle. He won’t even say a word in your defense. Do you really think a man like that is worth your time?” “Is a relationship like this even worth saving?”
The woman froze, her cheeks burning with embarrassment. “He just didn’t react in time, that’s all.”
Evangeline didn’t argue. “Fine.”
She turned, calmly took Finn’s wine glass from his hand, and, with deliberate slowness, emptied it over the woman as well.
Finn raised an eyebrow, but said nothing.
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The woman was so stunned, she could hardly process what was happening.
Evangeline met her gaze. “This time, the wine came directly from his hand. No way he just didn’t react.”
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