NovelEnglishMarried At First Sight Chapter 3930 Chapter 3930
When Abby returned to Wiltspoon as Bianca, it wasn't for Evan. She had her own mission-she was there for her
master, not him.
She hadn't expected Evan to notice her again after just a few months. This time, though, he wasn't bold or
direct. Instead, he lurked in the shadows, watching her every move, observing her like a hunter tracking his prey.
Did he think Abby didn't know?
She knew. And she couldn't help but wonder-what exactly was Evan up to?
Was he trying to pursue her again, now that he suspected she was Abby?
Weren't the men of the York family supposed to be loyal to their partners, bound by a devotion that lasted a
lifetime? That was their reputation, wasn't it? So why didn't Evan live up to it? Why was he chasing her again
after walking away? It was clear to Abby that he was only here because he couldn't win Fox over.
"I chere for you," Evan said, his voice unusually sincere.
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He was telling the truth-or at least part of it. Even though he wasn't entirely sure who she was, he'd cto find
out. Was she Abby? Bianca? Or someone else entirely?
Evan studied her face closely. She didn't resemble Abby at all-there were no obvious similarities. But then there
were those little habits, those subtle gestures that reminded him of Bianca.
His suspicion had grown when Bianca left Wiltspoon. So much so that he'd even enlisted Camryn to help invite
Bianca to Wildridge Manor. But his attempts to uncover the truth had failed. And now, here he was, still
searching, still unsure.
Deep down, he feared what he might find. What if Bianca wasn't Fox? What if his grandmother discovered his
interest in Bianca and tried to force a match between them? And worst of all, what if Fox found out? That would
end any chance he had with her. Evan finally spoke again, his tone laced with longing. "It's the New Year. All my
brothers are paired off with their wives or the women they're chasing. The ones who haven't succeeded yet at
least have Grandma's deadline to give them sbreathing room. But me? | let Grandma down. | failed her
arrangement, and now | can't even face her.
"So | chere to you.
"Fox, every twe meet, we clash. But even through all that, you've found a way into my heart. What | feel for
you is real. It's love. Fox, will you tellyour name? Where you live?"
His confession hung in the air, raw and unguarded.
But Fox only smiled. Her expression was calm, her cheeks unflushed. Her eyes betrayed nothing, no emotion, no
flicker of affection.
Evan felt a pang of déja vu. He remembered the way Abby used to look at him in the beginning-so indifferent, so
unaffected. Over time, her gaze had softened. After months of being around him, there had been moments when
her eyes betrayed hints of fondness. And yet, he hadn't fallen for Abby. No matter how good she was, no matter
how much affection she'd shown, his mind had always wandered back to Fox-the woman in red.
He remembered the panic he felt then, realizing he couldn't reciprocate Abby's feelings. He had fled Huyoniville,
not wanting to hurt her further. But when she had tracked him down in Wiltspoon, he'd been forced to be honest.
"It's not you," he'd told her. "It's me."
Now, Fox's voice broke his reverie, sharp and unwavering. "There's more than one man who likes me. Do | owe
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don't like?
"Evan, you stole my things and now claim you like me? You just want to keep them for yourself, don't you? Then
you'll call them a ‘token of love." I've seen how shameless you can be."
Evan didn't flinch. Instead, he laughed, unbothered by her accusation. "Of course, my beloved is sharp-just as
clever as | am. We're the perfect match."
Fox rolled her eyes, her patience running thin.
This man had no shame.
Months ago, he'd stood before her and declared he couldn't love her, no matter how hard he tried. He'd
apologized, even urged her to stop pursuing him.
And now here he was, spinning the sold story, pretending as though he hadn't shattered her self-esteem the
first taround.
He'd been the first man to capture her attention, but his rejection had cut deep. As the second Miss Du, she
carried herself with pride. Did he think she didn't have her own dignity? She'd moved on-or so she told herself.
But Evan, with his persistence and his shameless charm, made it hard to forget.
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