Married At First Sight Chapter 3931
Chapter 3931
“Fox, I admit it—I took your things. But think about it—why would I? If you hadn’t provoked me first, I wouldn’t have had to retaliate.”
Evan’s voice carried a mix of defense and innocence, his tone calculated yet calm.
Fox crossed her arms, her expression unbothered. “So, you think your actions are justified just because you felt slighted? Don’t twist the facts. You took my things. I simply took back what was mine.”
Evan sighed dramatically, feigning helplessness. “Honestly, I did plan to return them. But you’re so unpredictable—here one day, gone the next. I couldn’t find you. If you’d just told me your name, where you live, or even given me a phone number, I would’ve returned them ages ago.”
Fox’s laughter cut through the air, sharp and mocking. “Are you blaming me now?”
Her eyes narrowed as she leaned closer, her tone scathing. “How many times have we run into each other since you took my things? You’ve had plenty of chances to return them. I even went to your house to ask for them, and you still didn’t give them back. Evan, I haven’t seen you in a while, but wow—your shamelessness has reached new heights. Does your grandmother know? Does your mother know?”
Evan chuckled, utterly unfazed by her scolding. “My mother? It doesn’t matter if she knows or not. My brothers and I were raised by our grandparents anyway. My parents didn’t care much about us. But my grandma? Oh, she knows. She always says, ‘When you’re chasing a wife, you have to be persistent—and shameless.’”
Fox was momentarily stunned, rendered speechless.
In her mind, the image of the York family matriarch surfaced—kind-faced, sharp-witted, and almost impossibly cunning. Fox had seen it firsthand. Behind that sweet smile was a woman capable of raising grandchildren who were not only brilliant but also incredibly difficult to deal with. And Evan? He was no exception.
Despite their tension, Fox couldn’t deny one thing—Evan was impressive in every way.
But that didn’t mean she was going to let him win.
“I’ll never accept your feelings,” Fox said firmly. Her words were icy, but her tone carried an edge of something deeper—regret, maybe. “There are so many incredible men in my life—men who are from the same world as me. Evan, you’re the fourth son of a billionaire family. How could you possibly be with someone like me? A homeless woman, constantly on the move, living life on the edge?”
Her gaze locked onto his, unyielding. “Even if I wanted to be with you, do you really think your family would allow it? I’ve heard your grandmother has already chosen a wife for you. Why not accept her choice?”
Evan’s jaw tightened as he stared at her, trying to read her expression. Her face was blank, giving nothing away, leaving him to second-guess himself.
But deep down, he trusted Serenity’s advice. She had to be right. Zachary, with his sharp mind, must’ve pieced it together. And if he had, Serenity would’ve shared her insights with Evan.
Taking a breath, he said, “I’ve already rejected my grandmother’s plans. I thought I told you that. Fox, I really like you. Please—give me a chance. Let me prove myself to you. How can you say we’re not compatible when we haven’t even tried? Don’t sell yourself short. You’re not a ‘homeless woman.’ You’re so much more than that.”
There was a softness in his gaze now, a vulnerability he rarely showed.
“The elegance in you—it’s impossible to hide.”
And if she really was Abby, then it all made sense. Abby Du, the second daughter of the Du family, was nobility personified. Her grace and composure were innate, qualities that no amount of disguise could conceal.
Fox’s expression hardened at his words. She needed to probe further, to figure out his real intentions.
“The wife your grandmother picked for you—isn’t she the second daughter of the Du family?” Fox asked, her voice steady but her heart racing.
She knew the answer, but she wanted to hear it from him.
Was he here for her? Or had he come to pursue Abby again?
After all, Abby was her. But she’d played so many roles, worn so many faces, that even she sometimes struggled to keep track of who she truly was.
Thankfully, the moments of doubt were fleeting. She never allowed them to show, never let her mask slip. The game was still hers to play.
Married At First Sight Chapter 3932
Chapter 3932
At least for now, no one had connected Fox to Abby. Bianca? That connection was easier to make.
Fox tilted her head, her voice laced with subtle mockery. “What’s wrong with Abby? Why don’t you pursue her? I seem to recall you gave it a shot for a while.”
Evan held her gaze steadily. “Abby is amazing. I pursued her because Grandma wanted me to, and I trusted her judgment. But no matter how much I tried, I couldn’t stop thinking about you. My heart never felt anything for Abby.”
He paused, his expression serious. “Marriage is for life, especially for the men in my family. York men don’t divorce. If I were to marry someone I don’t truly love, I’d either live a lie or end up the first York man to ever file for divorce. Grandma wouldn’t just break my legs—she’d disown me, and I’d end up taking her surname instead.”
The weight of his words lingered, and Fox studied him quietly.
Evan continued, “Before marriage, Grandma lets us choose for ourselves. But once we’re married, we’re expected to commit fully—to love and honor our wives for life. Any man who cheats is cast out of the York family, with no claim to the family’s wealth or legacy.
“Divorce? It’s only permitted if the wife is unfaithful. But let’s be real—what woman would ever cheat on a York man? We’re raised to cherish our wives, spoil them, and treat them like queens. What kind of woman would give that up? Only a fool would leave a man who treats her like that.”
Fox’s expression remained unreadable, but Evan pressed on, his voice softening. “That’s why I made things clear to Abby. She’s incredible—strong, smart, and capable. I admire her as a person. But as a partner? My heart just isn’t in it.”
Abby, he admitted to himself, was everything a man could want—poised, successful, and driven. She even held a significant role in her family’s business, balancing strength and grace effortlessly.
If Evan hadn’t met Fox, he probably would’ve fallen for Abby.
But he had met Fox. And Abby, no matter how remarkable, wasn’t Fox.
Unless… Abby was Fox.
Fox’s voice broke the silence, sharp and direct. “So why have you been keeping an eye on the Du family’s second daughter lately?”
Her question hit its mark. Evan’s words had been smooth and calculated, but Fox wasn’t about to let him dodge reality. She laid it bare, effectively telling him she’d been aware of his every move since he arrived in Huyoniville.
It was a reminder—Evan might be clever, but he was no match for her.
Fox’s knowledge ran deep, thanks to her connections. Her senior brothers and sisters, each brilliant in their own right, had taught her well. Compared to them, she might have seemed like the underdog, but that wasn’t the full story.
Her upbringing in a wealthy, influential family came with its own weight and responsibilities. She’d returned to the Du family after graduation, taking on the burden of managing their business empire. But in her free time, she carved out another life—one that allowed her to wander the world under different identities, leaving a mark wherever she went.
Evan, on the other hand, leaned heavily on the Bucham family’s resources in Wiltspoon.
Fox smirked inwardly. She knew everything about Evan—his alliances, his tactics, and his weaknesses. He, however, knew next to nothing about her.
She relished the upper hand.
After all, he had toyed with her feelings once, only to reject her with cold indifference. His dismissal had bruised her pride as Abby, leaving a scar she wasn’t about to forget.
Why had she, Abby Du, not been “enough” for him?
And now he had the audacity to pursue her again?
Fox almost laughed out loud. Get in line, Evan.
She had no shortage of admirers. In fact, there were far more accomplished and desirable men vying for her attention.
Evan York? He was just another name on a very long list.
Married At First Sight Chapter 3933
Chapter 3933
“Evan, are you trying to pursue the second daughter of the Du family again?” Fox asked, her tone sharp and probing.
Evan shook his head firmly. “No. I told Abby from the start that I couldn’t love her. That was my fault, and I take full responsibility for it. But it’s been months—she should have moved on by now. I wouldn’t waste my time stirring up old feelings. Fox, the truth is, the person I care about—the person I want to marry—is you. You’re it for me.”
His declaration was direct, almost bold.
Still, Evan couldn’t completely dismiss his suspicions that Abby and Fox might be the same person. That possibility kept him glued to Abby’s every move.
Abby might not have noticed his quiet surveillance, but Fox certainly had.
That was Fox for you—always one step ahead.
Evan didn’t mind, though. In fact, he admired her strength. He wasn’t the type of man to be threatened by a powerful woman. Real men, he believed, could handle a wife who outshined them.
Take Kevin, for example. Kevin openly revolved around Hayden, a woman who’d played the role of a tough, no-nonsense leader for over twenty years. She was fierce and commanding, yet even Hayden fell for Kevin’s relentless charm.
In the end, love wasn’t about who held more power. It was about trust, respect, and building a life together. That’s what Grandma York had always taught them.
The matriarch’s wisdom was legendary—her matchmaking unmatched. Anyone she picked had a stellar character, someone who would not only complement her grandsons but also share in the family’s legacy.
Evan believed in that. But he also believed in himself—and in his feelings for Fox.
Fox’s laughter snapped him out of his thoughts. It was sharp, almost mocking. “I don’t believe a word you’re saying. You claim you’re not after Abby anymore, yet you’ve been watching her like a hawk. You even skipped celebrating New Year’s with your family just to keep tabs on her.
“And now you want me to believe you’re not interested? Please. If you keep lying like this, no one’s going to take you seriously. Do you really think I’d fall for a man who spends his time spinning stories and sneaking around? Evan, save yourself the embarrassment and drop this act.”
She stood, brushing off imaginary dust from her sleeve, and turned to leave. But after a few steps, she paused and looked back, her gaze piercing.
“If you have something to say to Abby, say it directly. Be a man. Stop sneaking around like a thief in the night. If you do that, maybe I’ll respect you a little more.
“Right now, you’re just making yourself look bad. Even the elders in your family would be disappointed if they knew what you’ve been up to. Old Madam York is a legend, and her children and grandchildren have always been outstanding. Don’t be the one to tarnish that reputation.”
Evan’s face turned red, the heat of embarrassment creeping up his neck.
How did she know everything?
She’d called him a thief—an obvious jab at his recent attempt to sneak into the Du family’s villa. He thought no one had seen him, yet she somehow knew about his failed climb over the wall.
How was that even possible?
Evan had fled back to his hotel after getting caught, only to find Fox waiting for him in his room. Did she have eyes everywhere?
Her network of connections was terrifyingly efficient. Faster and more thorough than anything even the Bucham family could pull off.
The only person he could think of who might rival her reach was Brother Nolan, the top disciple of Grandpa Silver Fox.
“Fox,” Evan called after her, his tone softer now. “What is it about me that’s so wrong? Tell me, and I’ll change. Just give me a chance.”
Fox turned, her lips curving into a sly smile. “If you’re so into me, figure it out yourself. Why should I make it easy for you? There’s no way I’m going to help you win me over.”
“Then at least tell me your name,” Evan pleaded. His voice was quieter now, almost vulnerable. “We’ve known each other this long, and I still don’t even know who you really are.”
Fox’s expression didn’t falter. “You’re not the only one who doesn’t know my name,” she replied coolly.
She had so many aliases, so many identities. None of them led back to her true self.
And she wasn’t about to let Evan—or anyone—get that close just yet.
Married At First Sight Chapter 3934
Chapter 3934
Fox turned and headed for the door, her pace steady and composed.
“Bianca,” Evan suddenly called out, his voice firm.
Fox paused, glancing back at him with an arched brow. “Who’s Bianca?” she quipped, her tone laced with sarcasm.
Evan smiled faintly, taking a few steps closer to her. “Bianca is a young, fierce woman, just like you. She’s skilled in boxing, sharp in her movements—remarkably good at what she does. Fox, are you Bianca? One of Grandpa Silver Fox’s apprentices?”
He studied her closely as he continued, “Grandpa Silver Fox’s nickname includes ‘Fox,’ and so does yours. You two must be master and apprentice, right?”
Evan’s suspicions ran deep. He wasn’t sure if Fox was Abby, but Bianca? That was a name he couldn’t shake from his mind. Bianca shared uncanny similarities with Fox—small, almost imperceptible habits and mannerisms.
He had tried testing Bianca before, but she saw right through him and shut him down, making it impossible to confirm his hunch. Still, the more he thought about it, the more convinced he became: Fox and Bianca were the same person.
Fox crossed her arms, her expression unreadable. “So, anyone with ‘Fox’ in their nickname must be connected to Grandpa Silver Fox? That’s quite the leap. How many people in this world have ‘Fox’ in their names or titles?”
Her tone was casual, almost dismissive, but Evan wasn’t deterred.
“My name isn’t Bianca,” she said firmly. “You can stop guessing. But I am impressed—your York family’s reach is something else. Even a reclusive master like Grandpa Silver Fox hasn’t escaped your network. And the fact that you call him ‘Grandpa’—well, that speaks volumes about how familiar your family must be with him.”
Evan’s gaze never wavered. Fox’s calm demeanor was impressive—too impressive. She didn’t falter, didn’t blink, and certainly didn’t seem guilty. And that only made him more suspicious.
“It’s fine if you won’t admit it,” he said, his voice low but determined. “One day, I’ll find the evidence I need to prove that you are Bianca.”
Fox smirked, her lips curving into a playful smile. “Oh, you’re that confident, huh? Alright, Evan. Go ahead and prove it. I’ll be waiting. Don’t disappoint me.”
With that, she opened the door and slipped out, her exit as smooth and calculated as everything else about her.
Evan didn’t follow. He knew there was no point—he wouldn’t be able to catch her even if he tried.
Outside the hotel, Fox glanced back briefly, making sure Evan hadn’t come after her. Once she was certain, she walked away, her mind already spinning.
The night was cold, the kind that seeped into your bones, but Fox was used to braving storms—literal and figurative.
Evan was relentless, and he wasn’t giving up on her. Fortunately, she had layers of identities to shield her—Fox, Bianca, Abby. Each one was a different version of herself, crafted to perfection.
Grandma York had known her secret and had chosen to protect it, even helping her keep it from Evan. Zachary and Serenity likely knew, too. And yet, no one had told Evan the truth. They let him wander in circles, chasing shadows, pouring time, money, and effort into unraveling a mystery they already understood.
Brother Nolan once joked that Evan was getting closer, piecing things together bit by bit—from Bianca to Abby.
He wasn’t wrong.
Evan wasn’t stupid. He trusted his grandmother’s judgment deeply. If Grandma York believed Abby was the right woman for him, then he would accept that, no matter what it took.
But even if Evan managed to figure everything out, Fox wasn’t planning to make things easy for him.
She hadn’t forgotten the sting of his rejection when they first met. He’d told her plainly that he could never fall for her. Those words had cut deep, wounding both her pride and her heart.
Months had passed since then, but her scars hadn’t fully healed.
Besides, what Evan seemed to love now was Fox—not Abby.
But what he didn’t realize was that Fox, Abby, and Bianca were all the same person.
Abby was her original identity, the one tied to her family and their business. She had returned to that life, shouldering responsibilities and leaving behind the freedom to roam as she pleased.
Fox was her alter ego, the version of herself she allowed to emerge when she wanted to be someone else. But with her obligations growing, she rarely had the chance to step into that role anymore.
And so, the question lingered: if she stopped appearing as Fox, would Evan still love Abby?
It was a maddening contradiction.
Evan loved her, yet at the same time, he didn’t. He loved Fox, but not Abby—never realizing they were one and the same.
Married At First Sight Chapter 3935
Chapter 3935
It was nearly two in the morning by the time Fox slipped back into the Du family villa.
In the car, she’d already transformed herself. Fox never traveled without options—several outfits, human-skin masks, and a full arsenal of cosmetics were always at hand.
Sometimes, she would disguise herself with just a mask, completely altering her face. Other times, she relied on her extraordinary makeup skills to change her appearance, though makeup alone occasionally left subtle clues. A mask, however, was foolproof.
As she ascended the stairs, Abby—the name she reverted to at home—moved cautiously, her footsteps light as feathers. She was careful not to wake her family, especially her mother.
Despite the festive New Year holiday, her mother had been exhausted preparing for the celebrations.
For Abby, the excitement she once felt for the New Year had faded long ago.
As a child, she’d counted down the days, eager for the break from school, the thrill of red envelopes stuffed with money, and the joy of wearing brand-new clothes. But those memories belonged to a different time.
Growing up in a family like the Dus, she and her siblings had been under relentless pressure to succeed academically and uphold the family’s reputation.
Her journey became even more demanding when her master chose her. Training under him meant grueling discipline, more intense than anything her brothers or sisters faced. And it meant leaving home for over a decade.
Oddly enough, though, once she adjusted to life with her master, she stopped yearning for home.
During her rare visits back, she always found herself itching to return to her master’s teachings. Her parents, resigned to her absence, would settle for video calls when they missed her. Visiting her master in person wasn’t an option—the man was too private, his whereabouts deliberately elusive.
Even his disciples were sworn to secrecy about his locations.
Many of her fellow apprentices were orphans who revered the master like a savior. They treated his every word as gospel, unwavering in their loyalty and devotion.
But Abby’s relationship with him was different.
As the second daughter of the wealthy and influential Du family in Huyoniville, she didn’t share the same blind allegiance. Her master often joked that his decision to take her on as a disciple had more to do with her amusing him than anything else.
Still, she’d proven herself, and he’d grown fond of her. Of all his students, she knew she was his favorite.
As she tiptoed up the stairs, a voice cut through the silence.
“Abby, where were you in the middle of the night?”
Startled, Abby turned to find her mother standing in the hallway.
Mrs. Du was a notoriously light sleeper, her rest easily disturbed by the smallest noise. Tonight had been particularly restless for her, given the earlier chaos at the villa.
Just hours before, a thief had tried to break into the property. Although the family’s wolfhounds had chased him off, the incident had left Mrs. Du on edge.
When she’d gone outside to investigate, the security guards explained that the thief had fled in a car before they could catch him. The guards had given chase in a vehicle but found no trace of him on the highway.
Adding to her frustration, they discovered the surveillance cameras in the area where the thief had climbed the wall were conveniently out of order.
The negligence of the security team hadn’t gone unnoticed. Mrs. Du was furious but held back from addressing it immediately, considering it was the holiday season and the staff was short-handed.
Still, she’d already made up her mind to replace the night’s security detail after the New Year. The idea that the cameras had been broken and no one noticed was inexcusable.
Fortunately, the family’s wolfhounds had been alert, scaring off the intruder. But Mrs. Du couldn’t shake the thought of what might have happened if the dogs hadn’t been there.
She hadn’t been able to sleep since. So when she heard soft footsteps in the hallway, she got up to investigate—and found her daughter trying to sneak upstairs.
“Abby?” she pressed, her voice tinged with worry and curiosity.
Caught, Abby turned to face her mother, her expression calm, though her mind raced for an explanation.
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Chapter 3936
“My friend invited me out for a midnight snack,” Abby said casually, masking the truth from her mother.
She hadn’t gone out for food. In reality, she’d been tracking down the thief—but she couldn’t admit that. She especially didn’t want her mother to know that Evan had been the one trying to climb over their wall. It would only tarnish her mother’s high opinion of him.
Mrs. Du had met Evan during his deliberate attempts to get close to Abby. Knowing he was the fourth young master of the prestigious York family in Wiltspoon had impressed her, and she’d spoken highly of both him and his family.
Her mother’s glowing endorsement had made Abby reconsider her feelings toward Evan. Everyone in the family seemed to think he was a perfect match, and she’d started to wonder if they were right.
But just as she began to open her heart to him, Evan had bluntly told her that despite trying for months, he simply couldn’t fall in love with her.
Mrs. Du tilted her head, unconvinced by Abby’s excuse. “You don’t usually go out for midnight snacks. What were you craving so badly that you had to leave the house in this freezing weather? Why not eat at home?”
“Mom, it’s not that cold. We have heating, and I had something warm to eat while I was out. Normally, I don’t eat late because I’m afraid it’ll affect my sleep and make me sluggish at work the next day. But I’m on vacation now, so it’s nice to relax, catch up with friends, and indulge a little,” Abby replied, her tone light and reassuring.
Mrs. Du let the subject drop but asked, “Are your friends all married?”
Abby shook her head. “No, not all of them.”
“We’re rich, beautiful, and smart—why should we settle down and give up our freedom so soon?” Mrs. Du said, a playful smile tugging at her lips. “Once you’re married, your carefree days are over.”
Abby braced herself. She knew where this conversation was heading.
Ever since Abby returned from Wiltspoon heartbroken over Evan’s rejection, her mother had been on a mission. Angry that Evan had hurt her daughter, Mrs. Du had vowed to find someone even better for Abby. She’d been dropping not-so-subtle hints about marriage ever since.
“After the New Year, you’re one year older,” Mrs. Du added with a knowing glance as they walked toward her room.
“Mom,” Abby sighed, “I’m only in my twenties. I’m still young. I have plenty of time to think about marriage.” She anticipated what her mother would say next and quickly added, “I know you really liked Evan, but he doesn’t like me. What’s the point of holding on to that?
“As long as he had even a little feeling for me, I wouldn’t have given up. But Mom, your daughter is amazing. Do you really want me throwing myself at someone who doesn’t want me? It’s not like I can’t find a good man. If I wanted to get married tomorrow, there’d be a line of great guys ready to say yes.”
Mrs. Du smiled warmly. “You’re absolutely right. Our Abby is incredible. Evan must be blind not to see it. Mark my words—one day, he’ll regret letting you go. And when that day comes, you mustn’t take him back.”
Abby laughed softly. “Mom, we live thousands of miles apart. It’s unlikely we’ll even cross paths again. Besides, he already has someone he cares about.
“Anyway, it’s late. Go to bed. For the New Year gifts to our relatives and friends, just arrange for someone else to deliver them. You don’t need to exhaust yourself running around.”
Mrs. Du nodded. “I know. You should get some rest too.”
Standing outside Mrs. Du’s room, the mother and daughter exchanged a final smile before parting ways for the night.
Married At First Sight Chapter 3937
Chapter 3937
“Goodnight, Mom,” Abby said softly, offering her mother a warm smile.
As Mrs. Du turned the doorknob to leave, Abby suddenly called out, “Mom, if Evan comes to see me again, would you let him in?”
Mrs. Du’s response was sharp and immediate: “I’ll let the wolfhound take care of him.”
Abby chuckled, her voice light. “Mom, you talk tough, but deep down, you’d probably smile and think he’s realized he actually loves me.”
Mrs. Du sighed. “I’d have to hold back for a while,” she admitted before quickly closing the door, too embarrassed to face her daughter’s knowing look.
Alas.
Evan had always been the son-in-law Mrs. Du had envisioned for Abby. But now, if he truly realized he loved her and came crawling back, could she forgive him for the heartache he caused just months ago?
Evan had hurt Abby deeply.
Still, Mrs. Du told herself, Let the young people handle their own mess. After all, what were the chances of Evan actually coming back?
But life often has a way of catching you off guard.
The next morning, while Abby was still nestled in her bed, catching up on sleep, Mrs. Du’s phone buzzed with a call from the security guard on duty.
“Who did you say he is?” Mrs. Du asked, her posture suddenly rigid as she sat on the living room sofa.
The guard replied, “Madam, he says he’s Evan York—the fourth young master of the York family from Wiltspoon. He’s here to see the second young lady.”
Mrs. Du’s lips pressed into a thin line. She didn’t need an introduction to know who Evan was, but today’s security guard, just a month into the job, clearly didn’t recognize him.
“Tell him Abby doesn’t want to see him,” she said curtly, hanging up the phone with a sharp click. A cold smile crept onto her face.
Evan, Evan. So, you’ve come crawling back.
Didn’t he once proclaim that he didn’t care for Abby? And now, after all these months, he suddenly decided she was worth chasing again?
“What’s got you smiling like that? Who’s here? Someone Abby doesn’t want to see?”
Mr. Du, seated opposite his wife and reading a newspaper with his glasses perched on his nose, noticed her reaction. His curiosity piqued.
Mrs. Du looked at him, her tone laced with sarcasm. “Remember Evan York? The fourth son of the York family from Wiltspoon?”
Mr. Du frowned. “Him? What about him?”
“He’s here,” Mrs. Du said with a huff. “The same boy who claimed he didn’t like our Abby but spent months chasing her anyway. And when she finally fell for him, he had the audacity to say he was just playing with her feelings. If she hadn’t stopped me, I would’ve flown over to Wiltspoon and given his parents a piece of my mind. What kind of son did they raise?”
Mr. Du’s expression darkened at the mention of Evan. Anger bubbled beneath the surface.
“If Abby hadn’t intervened, I’d have dealt with him myself,” he muttered. “Even her brothers and cousins wanted to teach him a lesson, but Abby insisted she’d handle it.”
“Well,” Mrs. Du continued, “he’s back now, asking to see Abby. My guess? He’s realized he has feelings for her and wants to make amends.”
Mr. Du folded his newspaper, setting it aside. “It’s been months since he pulled that stunt, and he’s only just figured out he likes her now?”
“Don’t get carried away,” Mrs. Du warned. “He hurt Abby, and we can’t let him off the hook that easily. Even if he’s realized his feelings and wants to win her back, we should make him work for it. He needs to understand that our Abby isn’t someone he can toss aside and pick up whenever he pleases.”
She paused, a mischievous glint in her eye.
“Actually,” she added, “let’s stir things up a bit. Arrange a blind date for Abby. If we can’t find someone on short notice, let her cousins step in and act the part. Let’s give Evan a taste of his own medicine. That’ll show him Abby isn’t sitting around waiting for him to come crawling back.”
Her husband smirked, clearly entertained by the idea. Mrs. Du, however, was already lost in her plans, determined to make Evan understand the value of what he had so carelessly thrown away.
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Chapter 3938
Mrs. Du’s eyes lit up at her husband’s suggestion. “That’s a brilliant idea! But we don’t need Abby’s cousins to step in. Our Abby is exceptional, and there’s no shortage of men interested in her. We just need to spread the word that we’re planning to marry her off next year. Her admirers will practically line up and launch their campaigns to win her over.”
In the eyes of her parents, Abby was nothing short of perfect.
And she truly was remarkable. Otherwise, the matriarch of the York family wouldn’t have handpicked her.
“I’ll go outside and take a look,” Mrs. Du said, unable to sit still.
She stood and straightened her posture, already imagining the scathing words she’d unleash on the fourth young master of the York family.
“I’ll go with you,” Mr. Du offered, setting his newspaper aside.
His concern wasn’t unwarranted. His wife had once been very impressed with Evan, and truthfully, so had he.
After all, the York family name carried immense weight in Wiltspoon, and their reputation was nothing short of stellar. Everyone in Huyoniville knew the York men were not only loyal but utterly devoted in marriage.
When a York married, it was for life.
For any woman, the York family was a dream in-law household, and families with daughters often fantasized about their daughters marrying into the Yorks—or at least marrying someone with their same level of loyalty and dedication.
Mrs. Du huffed softly in agreement, and the couple hurried toward the front gate.
Evan’s car was parked just outside the Du family mansion.
He had switched vehicles to avoid being recognized by the guards, even though he had already covered the license plate and logo on his usual car the night before.
After successfully sneaking in and out last night without being detected, he had removed the covers—but for good measure, he opted for a different car this time.
The last thing he wanted was for Abby’s parents to find out about his less-than-noble actions. If Abby did agree to marry him someday, they’d be his in-laws. He couldn’t let them know he’d once tried sneaking into their home like a common thief.
His car was loaded with gifts—an attempt to show his sincerity.
When you’ve offended someone’s entire family, he thought wryly, you don’t show up empty-handed.
Truthfully, Evan knew the Du family could have made his life miserable after what happened, but they hadn’t. He suspected it was because Abby had asked them to let it go. She had always been calm and composed, someone who knew how to carry herself with dignity.
That was one of the things he admired most about her.
He wondered if Abby would be willing to see him today.
As he sat in the car, memories of the past came rushing back—the way he had pursued her half a year ago, hoping to build a connection and stir up genuine feelings. But despite his efforts, he hadn’t fallen in love with her. Instead, he had played with her emotions, only to walk away once her heart had begun to open to him.
The shame of his actions burned on his face.
He didn’t deserve her forgiveness, and if she refused to see him, he wouldn’t blame her. If he were in her shoes, he’d probably let the family dog chase him off the property.
After a few moments of waiting, Evan spotted two figures walking toward him—Mr. and Mrs. Du.
He recognized them immediately. They had been nothing but kind to him in the past, especially Mrs. Du, who had treated him as if he were already her son-in-law.
That kindness only deepened his guilt.
Before they reached him, Evan stepped out of the car.
He stood at the gate, his posture respectful, and watched as the couple approached.
“Uncle, Aunt,” Evan greeted politely, bowing his head slightly in acknowledgment.
Mr. Du’s expression hardened as he frowned and let out a cold snort.
Mrs. Du, her tone dripping with sarcasm, turned to her husband. “Husband, could you please confirm what kind of wind is blowing today? It seems to have carried the illustrious fourth young master of the York family to our doorstep!”
Her words were sharp and laced with irony.
Evan, however, kept his composure, maintaining a pleasant smile. “Auntie, it’s the north wind,” he replied evenly.
The cold wind bit through the air, its sharp chill perfectly matching the icy tension in the moment.
Married At First Sight Chapter 3939
Chapter 3939
“Hmph.” Mrs. Du scoffed, crossing her arms tightly.
“What are you doing here, Evan?” she asked, her tone sharp and unwelcoming. “You’re not welcome in this house. Go back to wherever you came from.”
Evan managed an awkward smile. “Auntie, I just want to see Abby.”
“Abby doesn’t want to see you,” Mrs. Du snapped. “Leave now, or we’ll set the wolf dogs on you.” Her voice was cold and filled with contempt. “Who do you think Abby is? Someone you can toy with when you feel like it? If you’re interested, you flirt with her. If not, you drop her like she means nothing. What do you think you are, the great Fourth Young Master York? Still chasing after the woman you claim to care about, but somehow failing miserably?”
Her words dripped with sarcasm, cutting deeply as she made her disdain clear.
Evan endured the insults without anger. He knew he had hurt Abby in the past. Whether she had taken him seriously or not, the truth remained—he had pursued her only to later declare he wasn’t interested. That alone had caused her pain, and it was a wrong he couldn’t undo.
The Du family had every right to dislike him now. If they still treated him kindly, as they once did, his guilt would have been unbearable.
“Uncle, Auntie,” Evan said calmly, “I really need to see Abby. She’s home, right? Please, just let me speak to her.”
Before Mrs. Du could respond, Evan turned back to his car. He opened the door and pulled out the gifts he had carefully prepared, his arms soon full of bags big and small. He approached them again.
“Uncle, Auntie, these are just small tokens of my apology.”
Mr. Du sneered, his expression colder than the winter wind. “I don’t care for your gifts, Fourth Young Master York. Take them and leave. Get as far away as possible. You hurt my daughter, and we haven’t even begun to settle the score with you. Don’t think for a second that we’re afraid of you just because of your family name.”
His voice grew louder, his anger more evident. “I don’t care if you’re the emperor or the president. You hurt my daughter, and I’ll make sure she gets justice.”
Evan remained composed, though his face betrayed his guilt. “Uncle, I’m sorry. I was wrong—terribly wrong.”
He had apologized to Abby countless times and even tried to make amends with gifts, but he knew deep down that his actions had left scars. Although Abby hadn’t openly resented him, her refusal to visit Serenity in Wiltspoon made it clear she still hadn’t fully healed. He had damaged her confidence, her self-esteem—and that was entirely on him.
“What are you apologizing to me for?” Mr. Du retorted, his face still hard. “I’m not the one you wronged.”
“Uncle, please, I just want to talk to Abby—”
“You’re wasting your breath,” Mr. Du interrupted. “Abby won’t see you, no matter how long you stand here. And if you keep hanging around, we won’t hesitate to let the dogs loose. Don’t blame us for what happens next.”
Evan opened his mouth to reply, but Mr. Du had already turned to his wife. “Let’s go back inside, dear. It’s freezing out here.”
The couple began walking away, but after a few steps, Mr. Du suddenly stopped. He turned back to Evan, a sharp glint in his eyes.
“If you’re really serious about apologizing,” he said, his voice laced with challenge, “take off your coat and stand out here for two hours. Let’s see how sincere you are. If you manage that, I might let you see Abby.”
Evan stood there, stunned. He had grown accustomed to Wiltspoon’s relatively mild winters. The icy winds and subzero temperatures of Huyoniville, however, were brutal and unforgiving. Standing outside in just a shirt for two hours wouldn’t kill him, but it would certainly push his limits.
For a moment, he was speechless. The biting cold hit harder than he’d anticipated, the temperature easily plunging to double digits below freezing. Evan shivered, knowing this would be far from easy—but if it meant seeing Abby, he might not have a choice.
Married At First Sight Chapter 3940
Chapter 3940
In Wiltspoon, the temperature had plummeted to ten degrees, and the biting cold was enough to make anyone shiver. Even the warmth of heavy coats did little to shield against the chill.
Mr. Du led Mrs. Du back toward the house, his expression stern yet contemplative.
Mrs. Du glanced over her shoulder and whispered, “What if he actually takes off his coat and stands there for two hours? What if he freezes to death?”
Though they were angry at Evan and wanted him to feel the weight of their daughter’s pain, they weren’t looking to push things to the point of tragedy. Turning Evan into an icicle would risk a dangerous feud with the York family, something they couldn’t afford. It was one thing to cut ties, but becoming enemies with the Yorks was a whole different matter.
Mr. Du remained composed, waving off her concern. “If he really does it, Abby will come out to call him in after half an hour. Trust me. And if he doesn’t follow through, well, then nothing will come of it.”
“If he does it, he might catch a cold at most,” he added with a shrug. “And if he doesn’t, then no harm done.”
Mrs. Du frowned. “I still don’t think he came here for love this time. Who knows what he’s really after?”
Mr. Du sighed heavily, his shoulders slumping as his frustration showed. “I don’t want our daughter getting involved with that man again. She finally moved on from him, and if they meet, who’s to say her feelings won’t come rushing back? She’s been through enough.”
Their daughter rarely fell for anyone. Her standards were high—some might even say impossibly so—but that was how they’d raised her. She deserved the best.
But when Abby finally did fall for someone, it had been Evan. And he’d crushed her heart.
He’d come to her, charming and persistent, making her believe in something real—only to walk away in the end. He claimed he had only pursued her because his grandmother, Old Mrs. York, had arranged it. He admitted he had considered a future with Abby but ultimately stepped away, saying he couldn’t force feelings that weren’t there.
To Mr. Du, Evan’s words felt like a slap in the face, not just to his daughter but to their whole family. His naive, inexperienced daughter had been swept away by a young, handsome, successful, and thoughtful man—only to have her trust shattered.
Even now, Mr. Du couldn’t help but begrudgingly admit that if he were a young woman, even he might have been swayed by someone like Evan.
“Let’s talk to Abby later,” Mr. Du said after a pause. “If she wants to see him, let her decide. If not, we’ll have someone send him packing. I just hate that the guy I thought would be my favorite son-in-law turned out like this.”
Mrs. Du chuckled dryly, though her disappointment lingered.
“There are still plenty of good men out there,” Mr. Du continued with a determined tone. “Maybe she’ll find someone even better than Evan. Her fellow apprentices are excellent. I wouldn’t mind seeing her end up with one of them.”
Mrs. Du shook her head. “She told me there’s no chance of that. She only sees them as brothers and nothing more. She keeps saying we shouldn’t worry about her love life and that fate will come when it’s meant to. But how can we not worry? She’s our only daughter.”
As they walked further, the couple instinctively turned back to look at the gate.
There Evan stood, still holding the bags of gifts he’d brought. They watched as he carefully set them down, then hesitated for a moment before removing his coat.
“He’s really doing it,” Mrs. Du murmured, a flicker of surprise and satisfaction crossing her face.
Mr. Du nodded, his expression softening ever so slightly. “I see it. Give it half an hour, and then have Abby come out.”
The cold was merciless, but if Evan was willing to endure it, it showed a level of sincerity they hadn’t expected.
“We’re not trying to torture the boy,” Mr. Du said gruffly. “We didn’t yell, beat him, or even let the dogs loose. Making him stand outside without his coat for a bit? That’s nothing. He can handle it.”
With that, the couple returned to the warmth of the house.
A short while later, Mrs. Du made her way upstairs and stopped at her daughter’s door. Raising her hand, she knocked gently. “Abby, are you up?” she called out.
Inside, Abby stirred. She had been awake for a while but was still curled up in bed, savoring the rare chance to sleep in. She had planned to stay under the covers until lunchtime, but her mother’s voice made that impossible.
Reluctantly, Abby threw off the blankets, slipped on her slippers, and shuffled to the door. As she opened it, she yawned and answered, “I’m up, Mom. What is it?”