Married At First Sight Chapter 3921
Chapter 3921
Tinsley looked at Elora with a knowing expression. “Sister, I think Tatum is different when it comes to you. The way he looks at you, the way he smiles around you—it’s special. You’re smart, sister. I don’t believe for a second that you haven’t noticed. Have you ever considered that the fiancée chosen by Tatum’s grandmother might actually be you?”
Elora frowned, her skepticism evident. “How could that even be possible? I’ve never met his grandmother. I don’t even know what she looks like. Why would she choose me without knowing me? Besides, Tatum made it clear he plans to leave and focus on pursuing his fiancée when the time comes.
“Anyway,” she added, waving off the idea, “if you’re not upset, that’s all I care about. From now on, just keep your distance. Enjoy the meals he cooks, but don’t let your mind wander any further than that.”
Tinsley sighed silently, feeling exasperated.
Elora clearly didn’t believe her when she said she had no romantic feelings for Tatum. And honestly, Tinsley couldn’t entirely blame her. She had openly admired Tatum’s skills and personality a little too much, which likely fueled her sister’s suspicions.
Still, if keeping her distance was the only way to put Elora’s mind at ease, then so be it.
After the New Year, Tinsley resolved to stop coming over for meals altogether. She would avoid Tatum and let Elora see that she had truly “moved on.”
But for now? With the holidays approaching, Tinsley wasn’t about to deprive herself of Tatum’s incredible cooking. She would keep coming for dinner, pretend like nothing was amiss, and simply avoid praising Tatum in front of Elora. That should keep things from spiraling further.
“Alright, sister,” Tinsley finally said. “I’ll do as you ask and keep my distance from Tatum in the future.”
She stood up to leave. “I’m heading out now.”
Elora hummed in acknowledgment, not following her out.
When Tinsley left the study, Elora leaned back in her chair, letting her thoughts wander.
Could Tatum’s grandmother really have chosen me? she wondered.
Her memory churned, trying to recall if she’d ever met the York family matriarch. But no matter how hard she thought, she was certain—she had never met the woman.
Over the years, she’d encountered plenty of older women in business, but she knew their names and their roles. None of them were connected to the York family of Wiltspoon.
Elora shook her head, scoffing at herself. “What’s wrong with me? Do I actually want to be Tatum’s fiancée now?”
The thought felt absurd. She had just finished advising Tinsley to give up on him, yet here she was, letting her own thoughts drift.
With a determined shake of her head, Elora pushed the idea aside. Tatum being the sixth young master of the York family, his family’s wealth, his fiancée—none of that had anything to do with her. He was just a chef she had hired, and she had never entertained the idea of marrying someone who worked for her family.
Standing up quickly, Elora brushed off the lingering thoughts and went downstairs to join her family.
She slipped seamlessly back into their conversation, chatting and watching TV like nothing was on her mind.
Moments like these were rare for Elora. Between her hectic business schedule and constant travel, she rarely had time to sit back and enjoy her family’s company. Even her younger brother’s chatter, usually so loud and mischievous, felt endearing tonight.
For now, Elora decided, she would embrace the present and not let her thoughts stray any further.
Meanwhile, in his dormitory, Tatum closed and locked the door, shutting out the world. He pulled out his phone and dialed Zachary’s number.
When Zachary answered, his voice was calm but commanding. “Tatum, what’s going on?”
Tatum hesitated for a moment, then said quietly, “Brother, I’ve been found out.”
Zachary’s tone remained steady but unreadable. “What do you mean, found out? What did you do?”
Tatum sighed. “Elora knows I’m the sixth young master of the York family. Her old classmate recently went to Wiltspoon with her husband on a business trip. They stayed there for two weeks and learned about the York Corporation. When her classmate heard my last name was York, she started asking questions.”
Married At First Sight Chapter 3922
Chapter 3922
Tatum continued, “I admitted it—I told her I’m the sixth young master of the York family. She asked why I kept it hidden, and I told her the truth: she didn’t check the family tree. Plus, she’s already investigated me twice.”
Zachary’s tone remained steady. “You didn’t deliberately hide it. You just didn’t broadcast it. That’s not the same as lying.
You got the job at the Ormond family’s house based on your skills and experience—not because of your last name. Even if she knows who you really are, what’s the worst that could happen? She’s not going to fire you and starve herself.”
Zachary chuckled lightly, his words calm but pointed. “Even if Elora decided to hire a new chef, it’d take time to find someone as good as you. And let’s be real—she’s not tired of your cooking. To her, you’re just the chef who happens to prepare her meals. Your family name? It doesn’t change her life in any way.”
Zachary added, “When she sent someone to dig into your background, I’m the one who covered your tracks. If she’s upset you didn’t tell her upfront, remind her that it was me who kept it under wraps.”
Tatum nodded. “I did, and she believed me.”
“Then what are you worried about?” Zachary asked, his voice carrying a hint of amusement. “Are you afraid she’ll stop eating your food or kick you out now that she knows who you are?”
Tatum hesitated, then admitted, “A little bit, yeah.”
Zachary sighed. “Listen to me. Elora is the head of the Ormond family, just like I’m the head of ours. From a leader’s perspective, I can tell you she won’t fire you. In fact, she’ll probably admire you even more. She’ll see that you’re willing to set aside your status to refine your craft as a chef. Your dedication, humility, and commitment to excellence will only make her respect you more.
“She strikes me as the type who values capable, driven people.”
Zachary paused briefly before adding, “And for the record, I do too. In the York Corporation, I’ve promoted countless talented individuals because of their abilities—not their connections.”
Tatum felt a twinge of envy and muttered, “Brother, you seem to know her pretty well.”
Zachary’s tone sharpened. “Tatum, don’t start. If you were standing in front of me right now, I’d kick you. I’m your real brother, and I’ve got a wife. No matter how remarkable other women are, they mean nothing to me compared to your sister-in-law.
“I’m speaking to you as a family head, analyzing the situation so you can pursue your wife without hesitation. And you’re getting jealous? Unbelievable. You’re like a dog biting the hand that feeds it. Honestly, if you keep this up, don’t bother telling me about your private problems anymore—I won’t waste my time listening.”
Realizing his mistake, Tatum quickly backpedaled. “Brother, I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking straight. I didn’t mean anything by it. I was just frustrated that I couldn’t think things through as clearly as you do, even though I’m right here in Wiltspoon. I envy how sharp you are—that’s all. It’s my fault.”
Tatum softened his tone further, trying to mend the situation. “Please don’t stay mad at me. I was wrong. And whatever you do, don’t tell sister-in-law. If she finds out, she’ll hold it against me forever.
“You know how it is—if I mess up in the future and you decide to beat me, she won’t defend me.”
Tatum inwardly cursed himself. Why had he said something so stupid? His brother had gone out of his way to help him see the bigger picture, yet he’d let jealousy slip into his tone. No wonder Zachary was furious—it was like stepping on a lion’s tail.
Married At First Sight Chapter 3923
Chapter 3923
Zachary’s world revolved around Serenity. She was his everything—the only woman he saw, the only one he cared about.
Though Zachary had scolded Tatum harshly, he couldn’t truly hold a grudge. After all, Tatum was his only biological brother.
Even so, Zachary silently vowed that from now on, he’d stay out of Tatum’s love life. If Tatum wanted to unload his romantic dilemmas, Zachary would just listen—no advice, no input.
Still simmering with frustration, Zachary said sternly, “You’re 27, Tatum. You’re old enough to figure things out on your own. Stop running to me every time you have a problem. What do you think I am, some kind of love counselor?
“You think the love between me and Serenity is a guidebook for your life? It’s not. You need to stop dragging me into your romantic drama. I’m done with it.”
Tatum chuckled awkwardly, knowing full well his brother was still annoyed. Quickly, he changed the subject. “How’s sister-in-law? And the baby?”
The mention of Serenity and their unborn child softened Zachary’s tone slightly, and the conversation soon ended.
After hanging up, Tatum let out a long breath and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. “I’ve really done it this time,” he muttered to himself, patting his mouth in frustration. “I should’ve kept my mouth shut. No more asking my brother for advice about my love life.”
Meanwhile, Zachary was still fuming. If Tatum had been standing in front of him, Zachary was sure he’d have given him a good kick.
Just then, the door to the room opened, and Serenity walked in.
She’d been chatting with the elders and sisters-in-law downstairs but decided to head upstairs early. She wanted a shower and some much-needed rest.
The moment she entered, she noticed Zachary’s sour expression. He looked upset—really upset.
Serenity shut the door behind her and walked over. Without a word, she leaned down to him. Zachary immediately reached out, pulling her into his arms.
She fell into his embrace as he adjusted her position carefully. Despite the forcefulness of his movements, his hands instinctively supported her rounded belly, protecting her as if she were the most precious thing in the world.
Serenity turned slightly, trying to look at him, but Zachary held her tighter.
“Don’t move,” he said in a low, almost pleading tone. “Let me hold you like this.”
Sensing his mood, Serenity stopped trying to move and relaxed in his arms.
The room wasn’t particularly cold, even in Wiltspoon’s mild winter. Zachary, however, had left the windows open, letting in a crisp breeze.
Serenity couldn’t help but wonder if he did this on purpose—letting the cold in so she’d have no choice but to snuggle into his arms for warmth.
And it worked.
Zachary was like a living heater, his body radiating warmth and security. Serenity nestled closer, finding comfort in his steady presence.
As his chin rested lightly on her shoulder, Zachary murmured, “Seren, I love you.”
Smiling, Serenity reached back to gently touch his head. “What’s gotten into you tonight? I could see you were angry the moment I walked in. Who upset you?”
Her tone was teasing, but there was genuine curiosity in her voice. Who would dare upset Young Master York on the eve of the New Year?
Instead of answering, Zachary asked, “Do you believe that I love you?”
Caught off guard, Serenity laughed softly. “Why would I doubt that?”
She shifted slightly in his arms so she could look him in the eye. “Since the moment I found out who you really are, we’ve talked everything through as husband and wife. I’ve never questioned your love for me since then—not for a second.”
Her sincerity seemed to ease something in Zachary. His hold on her tightened, not in frustration but in pure adoration.
For now, whatever had angered him melted into the background. All that mattered was the woman in his arms and the life they were building together.
Married At First Sight Chapter 3924
Chapter 3924
Serenity continued with a soft smile, “I was only mad at you because you lied to me back then. I never doubted your love for me. I was upset because you had so many chances to tell me the truth, but you didn’t. You even got your whole family to go along with it. That’s what hurt the most.
“We’ve been married for so long now, and I’m carrying your child—our child—who’ll be here in just a few months. Why are you suddenly asking me about this? Did someone come to you and stir up trouble?
“Who has such a loose tongue? Tell me their name, and I’ll make sure to give them a piece of my mind.”
Her tone carried a playful edge, but there was genuine frustration in her eyes. It was the New Year—how dare someone bring negativity to her husband? Serenity wanted nothing more than to track down the culprit and give them a scolding they’d never forget.
Zachary loosened his embrace, allowing her to turn and sit beside him.
As she leaned against his shoulder, he rested a protective hand on hers. His voice was low but firm as he said, “Don’t worry, I already ripped into him.”
Serenity tilted her head, curious. “So there was someone? Who is it?”
Zachary sighed, his expression still tinged with irritation. “It was Tatum.”
“Tatum?” Serenity repeated, surprised.
Zachary’s frown deepened as he recounted the earlier phone call. Serenity listened intently, but as the story unfolded, her serious expression melted into uncontrollable laughter.
By the end of it, she was clutching her stomach, laughing so hard she could barely breathe. “Tatum! Oh, Honey, you’re just so jealous!”
Zachary frowned, still brooding. “Seren, how can you laugh at this? Aren’t you mad at all?”
She reached up and gently pinched his cheek, teasing him. “Not one bit! I know you, Honey. I trust you completely. I know how much you love me. And honestly, this whole thing is hilarious. You don’t even pay attention to Elora. But you know how it is—when someone’s in the middle of something, they can’t see clearly. Poor Tatum is too wrapped up in his feelings to think straight.
“You probably scared him half to death with your scolding! I bet he’s regretting every word he said and swearing never to open his mouth like that again.”
Serenity couldn’t stop giggling at the thought of Tatum’s panic.
Zachary huffed. “If he were here, I’d have kicked him a few times for good measure. I spent all that time analyzing his problem, and what do I get? A snarky comment about how I ‘seem to understand Elora.’ The nerve! From now on, when they come to me with their relationship troubles, I’ll just sit there and listen. No advice, no opinions. Let them figure it out themselves. What do they think I am, a relationship counselor?”
Serenity leaned in, wrapping her arms around him and pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek. “Alright, alright, don’t be so mad. Tatum didn’t mean anything by it. He’s just jealous—he sees Elora as his future wife, but he hasn’t won her heart yet. It’s natural for him to feel insecure.
“Besides,” she added with a knowing smile, “haven’t you been jealous before? Remember when you got all worked up over Jasmine and Elisa? You thought they were too close to me, and you hated how much attention I gave them.”
Zachary’s lips twitched, fighting a smile despite himself.
She softened her tone, brushing her fingers lightly against his cheek. “You’re their older brother, Zachary. They look up to you. They respect you. And when life gets tough, you’re the first person they think of for help. That’s not a bad thing—it means they trust you completely.
“Tatum must have been terrified after that phone call. Don’t stay angry, okay? Stress will just give you wrinkles, and I want my husband to stay as handsome and youthful as ever. You’re my eye candy, after all.”
Her playful compliment finally broke through his frustration. Zachary let out a resigned sigh, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her close again.
“You always know how to talk me down,” he murmured.
Serenity smiled, resting her head against his chest. “That’s my job, isn’t it?”
The tension in the room dissolved as the two of them settled into a warm embrace.
Married At First Sight Chapter 3925
Chapter 3925
The tension in the room melted as Zachary held Serenity close, their hearts syncing in the quiet warmth of the moment. Zachary broke the silence, his tone tender yet contemplative.
“Seren, time spares no one,” he said softly. “No matter how much we take care of ourselves, one day, we’ll have wrinkles on our faces, gray hair, and maybe even lose a tooth or two.”
Serenity smiled, her eyes twinkling with affection. “My sweet candy,” she teased, “even if you’re old and toothless, I’ll still love you. To me, you’ll always be the best man in the world—my husband. And such an amazing man loves and spoils me, just me.” She paused, her hand resting gently on her growing belly. “When the baby comes, you can share a bit of that love, but I still have to be your favorite.”
The thought of their love dividing after the baby’s arrival made Serenity playfully bargain for her share of his affection.
Zachary leaned in, placing a gentle kiss on her lips before replying with unwavering devotion, “You are my wife, Seren. My number one. My son will have his own wife someday to love him. But my love for you? That’s yours alone—no sharing.”
Despite his confident words, Serenity chuckled to herself. She knew Zachary too well. In just half a year, when their baby was born, this man who swore undying loyalty to his wife alone would become a doting father, splitting his love without hesitation.
As the old matriarch of the York family often joked, Zachary had a talent for eating his own words—and doing it proudly.
Serenity placed her hand on his cheek, her voice soft and soothing. “Don’t be angry anymore.”
Zachary gave a slight nod. “Alright. If you’re pleading on Tatum’s behalf, I’ll let it go. Do you want a bath? I’ll get the hot water ready for you. A nice soak will help you relax.”
Serenity glanced at the clock. “It’s still early, and it’s the holidays. We don’t have to rush. Besides, you don’t have work tomorrow, so there’s no need to go to bed just yet.”
Her thoughts shifted, and she added, “I still need to prepare the red envelopes for your younger brothers. Since they’re not married yet, it’s only right that we, as their elders, give them something for the New Year.”
As the eldest sister-in-law, Serenity felt it was her responsibility to uphold this tradition. For her, it wasn’t about the amount but the sentiment behind the gesture.
Zachary nodded, offering his input. “Just give them to River, Alex, and Rowan. None of them have fiancées yet. Two hundred dollars should do.”
Serenity burst into laughter. “Two hundred dollars? That’s practically an insult! It’s not like the old days when I gave out red envelopes with ten or twenty bucks. I’m the eldest lady of the York family now. I can’t get away with being stingy.”
She grinned mischievously. “At least a hundred thousand, don’t you think? Or maybe I’ll put a check in the envelope instead. But if it’s a check, it better be more.”
Zachary chuckled along with her. “It’s just symbolic, Seren. They don’t care about the amount—they’ve got more money than either of us.”
Serenity shook her head. “That doesn’t matter. This is about me showing my care as their sister-in-law. It’s the thought that counts.”
“Alright, alright,” Zachary relented with a warm smile. “You’re the boss of this family. Whatever you decide, I’ll go with it. Tomorrow, I’ll get the checks for you. It’ll make things easier.”
“Deal,” Serenity agreed. She also preferred the simplicity of giving checks—it was practical and elegant.
Zachary, always the opportunist, suddenly asked, “What about me? Do I get a New Year’s gift?”
His question caught Serenity off guard, and she giggled. “What’s this? Are you jealous of your brothers?”
He smirked. “I’ve noticed you’ve been buying a lot of things lately, and you’ve been awfully secretive about it. I’m guessing you’ve got something planned for me. It doesn’t have to be expensive, you know. As long as it’s from you, even a blade of grass would be precious.”
Serenity couldn’t help but laugh, her heart swelling with affection. She placed her hands on her belly and teased him, “The baby and I are your best gifts. Isn’t that enough?”
Zachary grinned, pulling her closer. “It’s more than enough, Wifey. You and our baby are everything I could ever want.”
And just like that, the love and warmth in the room seemed to overflow, wrapping them both in the quiet joy of their shared life and the anticipation of the family they were building together.
Married At First Sight Chapter 3926
Chapter 3926
Zachary pulled Serenity close, capturing her lips in a tender kiss. But one wasn’t enough. His hand gently pressed the back of her head as he deepened the kiss, pouring all his love and longing into the moment.
It had been a long time since they’d shared such intimacy. The doctor had warned them to abstain from sex during the months before and after conception, and Zachary had been meticulous about following the advice, unwilling to take any risks with the baby. But now, with the restriction lifted, the temptation was undeniable.
Still, his self-restraint held firm.
Reluctantly breaking the kiss, Zachary leaned into her ear and whispered huskily, “When the baby’s here, I’m getting it all back—with interest.”
Serenity’s cheeks flushed a deep red, her heart racing. She swatted his chest lightly, her shyness only making her more endearing to him.
Her bashful expression stirred something fierce within Zachary, but he took a steadying breath and forced himself to step back. “I’ll go run you a bath,” he murmured, his voice softer now. “Take a soak and rest early, alright?”
Without waiting for her response, he disappeared into the bathroom.
Serenity watched him go, a small smile tugging at her lips.
A few minutes later, Zachary reemerged, carrying her favorite pajamas. “Do you want to wash your hair?” he asked, his concern evident. “I can help you if it’s too much.”
Serenity shook her head. “I just washed it last night. My mom used to say not to wash your hair every day or you’d get headaches when you’re older. I don’t know if that’s true, but I stick to every other day—especially in winter. Long hair and daily washing? No thanks.”
Zachary chuckled. “Fair enough. Tomorrow at noon, then. I’ll help you wash it.”
“It’s okay,” she said with a grin. “I’ll be fine skipping another day.”
He raised a brow, his gaze playful yet intense. “How about I help you now? Or maybe…” His voice dropped suggestively. “We could take a bath together.”
Serenity laughed, catching his drift immediately. “I wouldn’t mind a couple’s bath, but I’m afraid you’d be the one left exhausted,” she teased, her words carrying a double meaning.
Zachary blinked, momentarily speechless.
Smiling, Serenity reached for the pajamas in his hands. “I can handle it myself. You don’t need to freeze taking a cold bath in this weather just because of me.”
Although Wiltspoon’s winters weren’t harsh, the nights were still chilly. A cold bath wasn’t ideal for anyone.
Zachary watched her retreat into the bathroom, his eyes lingering with love and admiration. He sighed and sat down on the sofa, his phone buzzing incessantly beside him.
It was Tatum—again.
The screen was filled with over a dozen apology messages. Zachary rolled his eyes but couldn’t help smiling at his younger brother’s persistence. Finally, he sent a voice message:
“No need to keep apologizing. I’m not mad anymore. But let me warn you—don’t let this happen again. If it does, I won’t let it slide so easily next time.”
Tatum’s response came almost instantly, a hurried promise that he’d never mess up again.
Zachary smirked. He could almost picture his brother sweating bullets on the other end. It wasn’t hard to guess that Tatum had realized the seriousness of his blunder after some self-reflection. And knowing his brother, Tatum probably assumed Serenity had been the one to calm Zachary down.
Smart move, Zachary thought. When he comes back, he’d better cook a feast for Seren to make up for it.
The bathroom door creaked open, and Serenity emerged, her loose pajamas hanging comfortably over her growing belly.
Zachary was already at the door, waiting for her.
She glanced at him with a mixture of amusement and curiosity. “Why are you standing here?” she asked softly.
He stepped forward, gently adjusting her pajamas and brushing a strand of damp hair from her face. “You were in there for a while,” he said. “I got worried. If you hadn’t come out soon, I was ready to barge in and check on you.”
Serenity smiled at his concern. “The bath was so relaxing I didn’t want to leave. But I’m fine. You should go take your bath now—I’m heading to bed. It’s a little chilly out here.”
Before she could shiver, Zachary grabbed her coat from the nearby chair and draped it over her shoulders.
“Here,” he said, his voice warm. “Don’t catch a cold.”
Serenity tugged the coat tighter around her, her heart full as she looked up at him. “Thank you, Zachary.”
He leaned down, brushing a kiss to her temple. “Always, Seren.”
And with that, Serenity headed to bed, leaving Zachary to take care of himself—and maybe send Tatum a final warning for good measure.
Married At First Sight Chapter 3927
Chapter 3927
When Zachary stepped out of the shower, Serenity was already fast asleep.
He had planned to have a heart-to-heart with her, but seeing her peacefully curled up, he decided against waking her. Instead, he slid into bed beside her, gently pressing a kiss to her cheek.
“You fell asleep before I could come out, Seren,” he murmured with a tender smile.
His gaze drifted to her rounded belly, a mix of awe and love filling his chest. Carefully, he placed a hand over her bump, feeling the warmth of the life growing inside her. He didn’t linger, afraid he might disturb the baby and wake Serenity with the inevitable kicks.
“Seren, I love you,” he whispered softly in her ear.
Even after all their years together, Zachary never grew tired of saying those words. They weren’t just a routine—they were a reminder of how deeply he cherished her.
Serenity remained sound asleep, her breathing steady and calm.
Not wanting to disrupt her rest, Zachary pulled her closer, wrapping an arm protectively around her. In moments, he, too, drifted into a deep, peaceful sleep.
Meanwhile, in Huyoniville, at the Du family villa…
Under the cover of night, Evan stood near the towering backyard wall of the Du family mansion. He glanced up, assessing its height, and considered his options.
With wall-climbing gear in hand, he weighed the risks of sneaking in. On one hand, he knew it wasn’t exactly a noble move, and if caught, he’d undoubtedly be mistaken for a thief. On the other hand, he was determined to uncover the truth.
After days of secretly observing Abby, he was no closer to proving his suspicion—that she might actually be Fox, the enigmatic woman who’d captured his heart and eluded him for so long.
If Abby really was Fox, her room would surely hold some evidence—perhaps the distinctive red clothes Fox always wore. Evan knew those clothes well. One glance, and he’d recognize them immediately.
But what puzzled him most was why Abby, if she was Fox, hadn’t come forward. Why hide her identity?
Evan let out a frustrated sigh, his thoughts swirling. Abby had once shown interest in him, but for the sake of Fox, he’d rejected his grandmother’s matchmaking efforts. He’d even told Abby outright that his heart wasn’t with her. Not long after, she left Wiltspoon, cutting all ties.
Now, months later, his grandmother had turned her attention to Bianca, another potential match. Evan had briefly suspected Bianca might be Fox—her movements and demeanor were oddly familiar.
He’d even thought about confronting her directly, but Bianca was one of Grandpa Silver Fox’s apprentices, and she had visited Wildridge Manor as a guest. Fighting with her there would’ve been inappropriate, even if it might have revealed the truth.
As for Abby, he’d never had the chance to test her skills. He’d noticed she knew some boxing and martial arts, but it hadn’t seemed out of the ordinary. He’d chalked it up to casual training, similar to Serenity’s.
But now, standing here in the stillness of the night, his instincts told him it was time to act.
Turning back to his car, parked two hundred meters away to avoid drawing attention, Evan retrieved his climbing tools. It took him ten minutes to return to the villa’s backyard wall, where he carefully prepared his gear.
The tools included a sturdy hook attached to a rope. He threw the hook over the wall, ensuring it caught securely. Tugging on the rope to test its strength, he listened intently for any noise from the other side. The backyard was silent.
Confident in his preparations, Evan began to climb.
Years of martial arts training made scaling the wall a breeze. Using the rope for leverage, he hoisted himself up and over, landing quietly on the other side.
Now inside the Du family’s villa, Evan stayed low, his senses heightened. The truth he sought might finally be within reach.
Married At First Sight Chapter 3928
Chapter 3928
Evan carefully climbed over the wall, his heart racing with anticipation. Just as he prepared to jump down, his breath caught in his throat. Standing below him, side by side, were several wolfhounds, their sharp eyes locked on him.
His stomach dropped. If he had leaped without looking, those dogs would’ve torn him apart in seconds.
The wolfhounds didn’t bark. They stood still, watching him like predators sizing up their prey. Clearly, they were expertly trained to wait until the intruder landed before launching their attack.
For a tense moment, it was just Evan and the dogs, locked in a silent standoff.
“Why do people always go for wolfhounds?” he muttered under his breath, his voice barely audible.
It wasn’t unusual for wealthy families in Wiltspoon to keep aggressive dogs like wolfhounds or even Tibetan mastiffs for security. These animals were kept leashed during the day but allowed to roam freely at night to protect the property.
Evan weighed his options, but he wasn’t confident he could take on multiple wolfhounds unarmed. Deciding it wasn’t worth the risk, he backed away and scrambled over the wall to retreat.
Unfortunately, his escape wasn’t quiet enough.
The wolfhounds, realizing their “intruder” was fleeing, erupted into furious barking, their deep, echoing howls shattering the quiet night.
Their noise alerted the Du family. Two male workers responsible for the dogs arrived quickly, scanning the area. Though they didn’t catch Evan, the sight of the wolfhounds barking at the top of the wall made it clear that someone had tried to sneak in.
“Someone had the nerve to climb our wall?” one of the workers muttered, shaking his head in disbelief.
The Du family villa wasn’t just guarded by wolfhounds. It had a team of highly trained bodyguards and an extensive security system. Anyone foolish enough to break in wouldn’t get far.
The worker wasted no time alerting the security team. Moments later, guards rushed outside and spotted a figure darting toward a car parked in the distance.
They gave chase, but Evan was already too far ahead. He managed to escape, but the guards were now certain someone had attempted a break-in.
Half an hour later, Evan returned to his hotel, his pulse finally slowing.
The day after tomorrow was New Year’s Eve, and the hotel was buzzing with guests from all over. Most were tourists, here to celebrate the holiday. Evan blended in effortlessly, his attire casual and unassuming—nothing about him suggested he’d just narrowly escaped being caught sneaking into the Du family villa.
Calm and composed, he made his way back to his room. Sliding his key card into the door, he pushed it open and stepped inside.
The room was dark. As he reached for the card slot to turn on the lights, he froze.
Someone was sitting at the desk.
Startled, Evan instinctively took a step back, his first thought being that he’d entered the wrong room. But no, that wasn’t possible—his key card had unlocked the door. This was his room.
Sliding the card into the slot, the lights flickered on, illuminating the figure at the desk.
It was her.
Fox.
She sat there, her posture relaxed but commanding. Her signature red coat draped over her, its vibrant hue stark against the cold, muted tones of the hotel room.
Winter in Huyoniville was bitterly cold, and she was dressed for the weather. Yet Evan couldn’t help but remember the summer, when she wore flowing red dresses that gave her an ethereal, almost otherworldly beauty. He had been captivated by her from the moment he saw her, unable to pull himself back from the edge.
That red—it was seared into his memory.
He’d abandoned the safe, well-paved path his grandmother had laid out for him, choosing instead to chase after this mysterious woman. A year had passed, and he still didn’t even know her real name.
His grandmother had made it clear: if he couldn’t secure a wife by the end of the year, he shouldn’t bother coming home for the New Year.
Evan had brushed her off, insisting he didn’t care. But deep down, he had wanted to figure out the truth—whether Abby was Fox—and that desire had driven him here, to Huyoniville, sacrificing the chance to reunite with his family for the holidays.
And now, here she was.
Sitting in his hotel room.
Evan’s pulse quickened. He didn’t know whether to feel relieved, angry, or awestruck. One thing was certain—this was going to be a conversation he wouldn’t soon forget.
Married At First Sight Chapter 3929
Chapter 3929
Evan closed the door behind him, pausing instead of stepping forward immediately. His gaze settled on Fox, quiet yet intense.
He had missed her so much it was driving him insane. This girl was truly ruthless—how could she not come to see him for so long? Didn’t she want her things back? If not, he’d just keep them as mementos of her.
When he took her belongings, he’d never planned to return them anyway. Sure, it was petty, but she was the one who had provoked him first. Taking her things was just his way of fighting back.
“It’s freezing, and it’s late. You came all the way here to see me. So, tell me—do you miss me, or do you have something else on your mind?”
Evan finally moved, taking deliberate steps toward Fox. A faint smile played on his lips, but his eyes—those deep, smoldering eyes—were locked on her, unwilling to look away for even a moment.
Fox folded her arms, her voice sharp but steady. “It’s freezing, Evan. Why are you here in Huyoniville instead of spending the New Year with your family?”
Evan placed his car keys on the table, his expression softening. “Because I missed you.”
Fox raised an eyebrow and countered, “And why do you think I’m in Huyoniville? My home isn’t even here.”
Evan smirked, undeterred. “I met you here. And not just once—several times. Whether or not you’re from this city, you seem to like it enough to spend a lot of time here. So, I came to try my luck. How did you know I’m here?”
Fox stood, her confidence unwavering. “Getting information about you? That’s not exactly difficult.”
Evan tilted his head, teasing. “What were you doing just now?”
She replied casually, “Just minding my own business. And you?”
Evan’s grin widened. “I went out to wander the streets, hoping to bump into a beautiful night wanderer. If I’d known you were coming, I would’ve stayed put and waited for you here.” He added with a playful glint in his eye, “How about a midnight snack? My treat.”
Fox shook her head. “It’s too cold, and it’s too late. Besides, I’m not hungry.” Without another word, she turned and made her way to the sofa, sinking into the cushions.
Evan followed, attempting to sit beside her, but she kicked at him instinctively. He dodged, smirking at her thorns but respecting the boundary.
“Can’t I even sit on my own sofa? This is my room,” Evan muttered, clearly feigning hurt. He settled into a single chair across from her, his expression wounded yet playful. “You’re so mean to me. What did I even do?”
Fox ignored his theatrics, her tone firm. “Evan, cut the act. Tell me the real reason you came to Huyoniville.”
She wasn’t buying his charming facade. He was here for Abby—that much was obvious. Even if she was Abby, the way she shifted her identity so effortlessly left her feeling like he was chasing a shadow of someone else.
Did he think she was that hard to win over? After all this time, he still didn’t know her real name or her true face. Had he given up?
And now, what—was he circling back to Abby after realizing her worth again? Did he think he could pursue her like she was some second chance?
The memory of his earlier rejection stung. Back then, he told her plainly that he couldn’t fall for her, no matter how hard he tried. He apologized for giving her hope, for igniting her heart only to extinguish it.
“Abby is a good girl,” he’d said. “But you deserve someone better—someone more suited to you.”
Fine. Abby had her pride too. Even if she’d liked him, she couldn’t cling to a man who didn’t see her worth. So, she left Wiltspoon, leaving everything behind—including him.
Married 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 came here for you,” Evan said, his voice unusually sincere.
He was telling the truth—or at least part of it. Even though he wasn’t entirely sure who she was, he’d come to 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 some breathing room. But me? I let Grandma down. I failed her arrangement, and now I can’t even face her.
“So I came here—to you.
“Fox, every time we meet, we clash. But even through all that, you’ve found a way into my heart. What I feel for you is real. It’s love. Fox, will you tell me your 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 déjà 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 I owe all of them my name? I’ll only share my real name with the man I care about. Why should I tell it to someone I 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 I 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 same old story, pretending as though he hadn’t shattered her self-esteem the first time around.
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.