Married At First Sight Chapter 3941
Chapter 3941
Mrs. Du teased with a smile as Abby opened the door. Without waiting for an invitation, she stepped into her daughter’s room.
Abby’s bedroom had a cozy, minimalist vibe. She kept things simple—a bed, a computer desk, and a small sofa set. The warm tones of her decor reflected her preference for comfort without clutter.
Her room was also the smallest in the house. Abby had insisted on it, claiming that larger spaces felt empty and made it hard for her to sleep.
Mrs. Du often speculated that Abby’s preference for smaller rooms came from her martial arts training. Back then, she shared modest quarters with her fellow disciples. What felt normal to Abby might seem cramped to others.
That said, compared to most people’s homes, Abby’s “small” room was still generously sized. It only seemed small when compared to the rest of the Du family’s sprawling mansion.
Mrs. Du settled onto the sofa, glancing around as Abby yawned.
“Mom, let me get dressed,” Abby said, running a hand through her disheveled hair.
“Go ahead,” her mother replied, making herself comfortable.
Abby changed quickly, freshened up, and returned to find her mother waiting. She poured a cup of warm water and handed it to her.
“Here, Mom,” Abby said as she sat down next to her. “Aren’t you busy with New Year’s prep?”
Mrs. Du smiled and waved a hand dismissively. “What’s there to be busy with? The staff takes care of everything. I only make a few family dishes for New Year’s Eve. The rest is handled by the chefs.”
The Du family employed several chefs, each specializing in different cuisines. With the household on vacation for the holidays, the remaining chefs were busier than usual since a few had gone home for the New Year. Still, Mrs. Du rarely felt the need to intervene.
Taking a sip of water, Mrs. Du placed the cup down and turned to Abby. “I wanted to talk to you about something,” she said, her tone more serious.
Abby raised her eyebrows curiously. “What’s on your mind?”
Mrs. Du hesitated for a moment. “Do you… still have feelings for Evan?”
Abby’s smile faded slightly. “Mom, why are you asking me that?”
The question caught her off guard, though she couldn’t deny it was valid. Did she still have feelings for him? If she was honest, yes—though not as strongly as before.
Mrs. Du sighed. “I just want to know if seeing him again might stir something in you. Evan’s… complicated. I don’t want you to get hurt again.”
Abby smiled faintly and reached out to pat her mother’s hand. “Mom, your daughter isn’t as fragile as you think. Sure, it stung a little, but heartbreak doesn’t kill anyone. I’ve learned to love and let go.”
Mrs. Du studied her daughter for a moment before nodding. “I’m glad to hear that. But after the New Year, I want you to keep an open mind. Look around, see if there’s someone more suitable for you—someone local, here in Huyoniville. You don’t need to look far.”
“Why the sudden push for someone local?” Abby asked, her curiosity piqued.
Mrs. Du smiled knowingly. “If you marry someone nearby and ever face any trouble, you can come straight home, and your father and I can support you. If you marry far away, it’s not so simple. It would take us hours to get to you.”
Abby’s eyes narrowed playfully. “Wait a second… You’re not planning to set me up on blind dates during the holidays, are you?”
Her mother laughed but didn’t deny it outright.
“Mom, don’t even think about it!” Abby groaned. “I only have ten days off for New Year’s. I’m not spending them going on blind dates!”
Her company’s annual holiday break lasted from the 26th day of the lunar calendar until the 8th. It was a short window, and Abby had no intention of wasting it.
“Relax,” Mrs. Du reassured her. “You’re still young. Your father and I aren’t rushing you into marriage. If you like someone, take your time to get to know them. There’s no need to hurry. But don’t give your heart away so quickly like last time.”
Abby understood the veiled reference to Evan. Her mother was still wary, still protective.
Married At First Sight Chapter 3942
Chapter 3942
Abby smiled reassuringly at her mother. “Don’t worry, Mom. If I ever fall in love again, I’ll take my time—years, even—before I even think about marriage. I’m really not in any rush.”
Mrs. Du smiled, her confidence in her daughter evident. “I know you’ll make the right choice.”
Her daughter, after all, was no ordinary young woman. Abby had been raised and trained by a hermit, a master known as Silver Fox. Mrs. Du often felt a pang of guilt for not being more present in Abby’s upbringing, but her daughter’s strength, independence, and skills were all thanks to her master.
Then Mrs. Du’s tone shifted. “But there’s something I need to tell you—Evan’s here. He’s standing outside our house. He said he wants to see you.”
Abby’s expression didn’t betray her inner thoughts, though she feigned surprise. “What? What’s he doing here?” she asked, her voice tinged with mock confusion.
Mrs. Du huffed. “Who knows? He didn’t give us an explanation, just insisted he wanted to see you. After what he did to you—playing with your feelings like that—your father and I have every reason to be furious. We’ve been holding back for your sake, but now he shows up at our door? It’s not that simple.”
Abby didn’t say anything, but she wasn’t exactly eager to see Evan either.
Mrs. Du continued, her voice firm. “Your father told him to take off his coat and stand outside for two hours. If he’s sincere enough to do that, I told your dad I’d come up here and let you know.”
Abby’s eyebrows shot up in disbelief. “Mom, it’s freezing out there! Even with a heavy coat, he’d still be cold. But without one? How is he supposed to survive in this weather? It’s below ten degrees—and windy!”
Mrs. Du remained calm. “Your father wasn’t being unreasonable. He just wanted to test his sincerity. If Evan’s willing to endure it, we’ll let him in. He won’t actually freeze to death. At worst, he’ll catch a cold.”
Abby shook her head and stood abruptly. “I’m going out there. If something happens to him, and it creates bad blood between our families, it won’t end well. We can’t afford to turn the York family into our enemy—not over this. Even Master would feel terrible about causing problems with Grandma York.”
Her voice softened as she added, “And… I don’t want anything bad to happen to Evan, either.”
Mrs. Du didn’t argue. “Fine, but put on a coat before you go.”
Abby grabbed her warmest coat, slipped on her boots, and headed out. Mrs. Du watched her leave, knowing Evan was probably shivering uncontrollably by now.
And she wasn’t wrong.
Evan was trembling violently as the cold wind whipped around him, biting through his layers and leaving him with numb fingers and purple lips. The wind felt like tiny knives cutting across his face, and his body shook uncontrollably as he tried to keep himself upright.
His teeth chattered, and every breath felt like ice in his lungs. He wondered if he’d even make it the full two hours. Would I really turn into an ice sculpture if I stayed here? he thought grimly.
Then, through the haze of cold, he saw her.
Abby was walking toward him. Even from a distance, she looked calm and composed, her figure illuminated by the warm glow of the house behind her.
Evan’s heart leaped despite the cold. She came out. She actually came out.
“Second Miss,” the security guard greeted Abby with a respectful nod as she passed.
Abby nodded back before stopping in front of Evan. Without a word, she picked up the coat he had discarded and tossed it to him.
“Put this on before you freeze to death,” she said flatly. “We’re not in the business of covering funeral costs.”
Evan didn’t immediately put the coat on, his frozen lips struggling to form words. “Your… your father said… two hours,” he stammered, his voice shaky and barely audible over the wind.
Abby frowned. “Do you want to see me or not?” she asked. “I’m standing right here. You don’t need to prove anything to my dad. Put the coat on and come inside.”
When Evan hesitated, Abby’s tone softened just a little. “Seriously, Evan. If you keep this up, you’ll end up in the hospital, and my parents will end up in trouble with the York family. Nobody wants that.”
Evan finally relented, slipping the coat back on with shaking hands.
“Follow me,” Abby said, her voice calm but firm. “Let’s get you inside.”
As they walked toward the house, Abby thought about asking the kitchen to prepare a hot bowl of ginger soup. He’d need it—something to warm him up before they talked.
Married At First Sight Chapter 3943
Chapter 3943
Abby spoke briefly, and Evan quickly grabbed his coat. He had been standing outside for half an hour, and the cold had seeped into his bones.
Even with the coat on, he still shivered.
“Come with me,” Abby said, turning toward the house.
“Okay,” Evan replied as he bent down to grab the gifts. He hurried to catch up with her.
“Abby, thank you,” he said sincerely.
Abby glanced at him twice before looking away. “I just couldn’t let you freeze to death on my doorstep. If you did, your family would blame mine. Considering how close I am with your two sisters-in-law, it’d be a mess.”
Since leaving Wiltspoon, Abby had never returned under her own name. But her bond with Serenity and the others remained strong. They still kept in touch regularly.
Evan smiled, trying to lighten the mood. “My eldest sister-in-law is due in a few months. Brother Josh’s wife is due a month before her. Oh, and Sister Liberty and Brother Duncan finally tied the knot—they’ve got their marriage certificate.”
Abby listened attentively. When he finished, she asked, “Has Fourth Master Lewis fully recovered?”
Back in Wiltspoon, Abby had overheard Duncan expressing his wish to marry Liberty once he was fully healed. He had promised her a grand wedding.
“Not yet,” Evan admitted. “They decided to get the marriage certificate first and are holding off on the wedding for now.”
Abby nodded. “That makes sense. I’ve even heard about the Farrell family situation in Jensburg all the way from here. Is Sister Liberty going to take over the family?”
The two continued chatting, their conversation flowing easily as they discussed friends and family.
“She’s the best fit,” Evan replied. “My sister-in-law Serenity and Elisa can’t do it, and honestly, neither of them wants to. Liberty, being the eldest granddaughter, is naturally the one to step up.”
Abby considered this for a moment before responding. “It’s not that Serenity isn’t capable—it’s just not a good fit for her. If she took over the Farrell family, your eldest brother would have to become a son-in-law. Any daughter they have would need to carry the Farrell name, which I doubt the York family would accept. Serenity is better off staying out of it.
“As for Elisa, her mother knows her best. Mrs. Stone is right—Elisa’s personality isn’t suited for managing a family like the Farrells. It’s not like dealing with other big families. Liberty, on the other hand, is perfect for the role.” Abby smiled, a touch of admiration in her expression. “In the end, Sister Liberty shouldered the burden.”
Evan laughed softly but was cut off by a sudden fit of sneezing.
Abby frowned. “I’ll have someone make you a bowl of spicy ginger soup to warm you up. But you should see a doctor and get some cold medicine when you get back. You southerners aren’t built for this kind of weather.”
Every winter, there’s always a wave of southerners coming north to see the snow, only to catch colds. Some can’t even handle it—they stay holed up in their hotel rooms, wrapped in blankets, and then head straight back home.
Married At First Sight Chapter 3944
Chapter 3944
Just like kids dragged along on summer vacations, who’d rather stay in the hotel glued to their phones than venture outside into the sweltering heat, Evan felt trapped by the circumstances he’d put himself in.
He wanted to rub his nose, but with both hands full, he couldn’t manage it.
The urge to sneeze built up again—and before he could do anything about it, he sneezed loudly.
Abby glanced at him and shook her head. “My dad told you to take off your coat and stand out there, and you actually did it? Like a fool! You’re not chasing after a wife you lost or anything—there’s no reason to take him so seriously.”
Luckily, she’d come out quickly. Otherwise, he’d have turned into an ice sculpture.
Evan chuckled weakly, his voice tinged with self-deprecation. “I deserved it. What happened before—that was on me. I hurt you. Uncle and Aunt had every right to be mad. Honestly, I got off easy. They didn’t yell at me or anything. Freezing out there for a while was more than fair.”
He sneezed again, this time more violently. Though Evan was usually in good health, it was clear this time he wasn’t getting away unscathed.
Abby glanced at him briefly, but her expression remained neutral.
When they stepped inside, Abby turned to the butler. “Is the ginger soup ready?”
“Almost done, Miss Abby,” the butler replied.
She nodded, motioning for Evan to sit. Then, she poured him a cup of warm water and asked, “Have you eaten yet? I’ll grab some cold medicine for you.”
Evan sniffled, grabbing a tissue to wipe his nose. His refined, handsome image took a hit, and he couldn’t help but feel embarrassed. Handsome or not, he thought, nobody’s immune to a runny nose.
“I had breakfast earlier,” he replied, his voice slightly hoarse.
Abby returned with a small box of cold medicine. “This stuff works well. Do you want to take it before or after the ginger soup?”
He hesitated for a moment before deciding. “I’ll drink the ginger soup first.”
Someone had gone through the trouble of preparing it for him—he couldn’t refuse Abby’s gesture, not after everything he’d done to upset her family. He figured the cold medicine could wait a little longer.
The warmth of the room, the glass of water, and just sitting down for a while helped him feel a bit better.
Moments later, the butler brought out a steaming bowl of ginger soup.
The strong, spicy aroma hit Abby’s nose before he even got close.
Mrs. Du entered from the kitchen, her expression unreadable.
Abby saw her mother and immediately knew. If her mom had made the soup, it was going to be potent—probably more like a bowl of liquid fire.
Evan wasn’t good with spicy food. Even a hint of garlic in a dish was enough to make him uncomfortable. This ginger soup was about to be his personal challenge.
When Evan noticed Mrs. Du, he quickly stood up. “Auntie,” he greeted her respectfully, his tone formal.
Mrs. Du gave him a frosty look. “You two talk. I’m going to chat with my sister-in-law.”
And with that, she walked off, leaving Evan standing awkwardly.
He sneezed yet again, this time so forcefully that his nose started running. Grabbing another tissue, he wiped his nose hurriedly, his face turning red with embarrassment.
Abby didn’t laugh at him, though. Instead, she pushed the steaming bowl of ginger soup toward him.
“Drink this—it’ll help with the cold,” she said, her tone practical and firm. “It’s got extra ginger, so it’s a bit spicy, but that’ll help warm you up faster. Drink it while it’s hot—it works better that way.”
Married At First Sight Chapter 3945
Chapter 3945
Evan let out a small hum, wiping his nose with a tissue before tossing it into the trash can. Seeing the overflowing pile of crumpled tissues made him feel even more self-conscious.
He picked up the steaming bowl of ginger soup and carefully took a sip.
The spiciness hit him immediately—it was intense.
His first instinct was to spit it out, but with Abby sitting right next to him, he forced himself to swallow. The fiery burn lingered, making his eyes water.
After just that one sip, Evan set the bowl back down and said quickly, “Abby, the ginger soup’s too hot. I’ll drink it later.”
The truth was, he had no intention of taking another sip.
“I’ll just take the medicine first,” he added, hoping to steer the conversation away. The medicine might be bitter, but at least it wouldn’t scorch his mouth.
Abby saw right through him. “You’re afraid of spicy food, aren’t you?” she asked, her tone teasing.
Caught, Evan let out a small sigh, sneezing a few more times as he reached for water to swallow the medicine. He decided there was no point in denying it.
“Fine, you’re right. I am afraid of spicy food. I don’t like it at all. That soup was so spicy, I barely managed to keep it down. Honestly, I thought I was going to throw up, but I swallowed it out of respect.”
He shook his head, as if the memory of the soup itself was painful. “The spiciness almost killed me.”
Abby smirked. “If I gave you a big bowl of chili water, that’d probably finish you off.”
The comment made her chuckle softly as an idea popped into her head. If Evan ever finds out I’m Fox, maybe I’ll make him drink chili water as payback for everything he’s done. Not just one bowl—a cup every single day. But then she stopped herself. No, too much might hurt his stomach. If he ends up in the hospital, I’ll have to take care of him.
The thought brought a small smile to her lips. Despite her mixed feelings toward Evan, she couldn’t deny that part of her still hadn’t completely let go.
Evan, oblivious to her inner thoughts, gave her a sheepish look. “Honestly, asking me to drink chili water would be the end of me. I can’t even handle ginger soup, let alone something worse.”
Abby laughed lightly. “Well, you’re not getting out of drinking this ginger soup. If you can’t handle the whole bowl, at least finish half. It’ll help drive out the cold. You’re not used to this kind of weather, and even we catch colds if we stand outside too long without a coat.
You’re probably already coming down with something, but the ginger soup and medicine will help you recover faster. Otherwise, you’ll end up sick for days.”
Evan groaned slightly, his handsome face falling. “This soup is way too spicy. Can I just drink a small cup instead?”
Abby shrugged, her tone turning matter-of-fact. “It’s your body, not mine. If you don’t care about getting better, then don’t drink it. But let’s be clear—I didn’t ask you to stand outside in the freezing wind. That was my dad. And just because he told you to do it doesn’t mean you had to listen.
Since you did decide to listen, you should’ve at least thought about the consequences of getting sick.”
Evan shook his head, a look of guilt crossing his face. “Abby, I’m not blaming Uncle. He and Aunt have every right to be mad at me. In the past, I was the one who messed up. I shouldn’t have led you on and then walked away.”
Abby cut him off, her tone firm but calm. “That’s all in the past. There’s no point bringing it up again. What’s done is done.
Now tell me—why did you want to see me so badly that you didn’t care about the cold? What’s so important?”
She didn’t want to dwell on old wounds. Those feelings were behind her now.
Abby had learned the hard way that in matters of the heart, the person who falls first always ends up hurt the most.
Looking at Evan now, she realized she didn’t have those deep feelings for him anymore. If they walked away from each other today, she’d be okay.
That heartbreak she experienced before, while not devastating, taught her an important lesson: in love, self-preservation comes first. Moving forward, she’d only give her heart to someone who proved their love with actions, not just words.
She would love carefully, hold back, and never lose herself in the process. After all, who could guarantee that love would last?
Married At First Sight Chapter 3946
Chapter 3946
How many couples start out deeply in love, only to drift apart and never see each other again?
People often say love lasts forever, but how many truly stand the test of time?
Evan hesitated, the words caught in his throat.
How could he tell her that he suspected she was Fox?
It was just a hunch—he didn’t have any proof.
Under Abby’s steady gaze, Evan took a deep breath, steeling himself. Finally, he said, “I came here to apologize to you.”
Abby raised an eyebrow, her expression unreadable. “Apologize? Evan, you already explained everything last time and apologized then. There’s no need to rehash it. I don’t blame you. Matters of the heart should always be mutual—you can’t force these things. Forced feelings are like forcing a melon to ripen. It won’t taste sweet.”
She paused, her voice calm but firm. “It’s been months, and I’ve moved on. Honestly, I’m grateful you were upfront with me. Back then, I was just infatuated with you. But after your explanation, I realized I needed to let go. And I did.”
Evan looked uncomfortable, shifting slightly in his seat. “Abby, it’s not about that. I’ve been… well, I’ve been following you lately.”
“Following me?” Abby feigned surprise, tilting her head. “Why would you do that? What on earth did I do to make you follow me?”
She tapped her chin, pretending to think, then added, “Actually, now that I think about it—my wolfhound wouldn’t stop barking last night. The security guard said there might’ve been a thief, but they couldn’t catch anyone. That wasn’t you, was it?”
Evan’s face turned bright red, and he looked away.
Abby’s eyes widened in mock astonishment. “Oh my God, it was you! Evan, do you realize how dangerous that is? If my wolfhound had actually bitten you, what then? I mean, we can’t exactly replace you with another grandson for your grandmother, can we?
And let’s not forget—if Grandma York found out about this, she’d break your legs for sure.”
She chuckled at the mental image of the old lady swinging her cane at him.
Abby leaned forward slightly, her tone turning serious. “But seriously, Evan, why were you following me? What could possibly be so important that you’d risk being mistaken for a thief?”
Evan looked at her intently, his eyes searching hers.
Abby leaned back, folding her arms. “Why are you staring at me like that? I haven’t sought you out, and we haven’t even seen each other in months.”
“Abby…” Evan hesitated before finally blurting out, “Are you… is it you? Are you Fox? And Bianca?”
Abby’s lips curled into a small smile. “Evan, you used to call me ‘Abby’ when we were kids. But now I’m in my twenties—if you round up, I’m practically thirty. Calling me ‘Bianca’ feels a bit strange, don’t you think? It makes me feel like you’re trying to rekindle something.
But I have to ask—who’s Fox? And why on earth do you think I’m either of the people you just mentioned?”
Abby’s mind raced, though she kept her expression calm. Why does he think I’m Fox? Did he find something out? Or did someone tell him?
It didn’t make sense—very few people knew about her secret personas. Even her family was in the dark about her various identities.
Which is why Grandma York is such a mystery, Abby thought to herself. I’ve never even met her, yet somehow, she figured me out. And if she knows but hasn’t told Evan… what does that mean?
Evan, unaware of her internal musings, reached for the bowl of ginger soup.
Determined to gather his courage, he forced himself to drink most of it, despite the spicy burn that made his eyes water.
Abby watched him with mild amusement.
When he finally set the bowl down, she quipped, “Didn’t you just say you hate spicy food? A minute ago, you looked like you’d rather face the guillotine than drink that soup. Now you’re over here downing it like a champ.
What’s going on, Evan? Are you about to launch into some kind of long, dramatic speech? Should I grab some snacks and settle in?”
Her teasing smile only deepened as she leaned forward, adding, “If this is going to be a whole thing, I might need some melon seeds to munch on while I listen.”
Married At First Sight Chapter 3947
Chapter 3947
Evan leaned back in his chair and said, “Can you get me something to eat? I’m feeling a little hungry.”
Abby, without hesitation, called the butler. “Bring a pot of tea and some of the usual snacks I like,” she instructed.
When the tea arrived, Abby poured Evan a cup and placed it in front of him. “Go ahead,” she said with a faint smirk. “Start spinning your stories.”
Evan’s expression turned serious. “Abby, I’m not making anything up. Tell me the truth—are you Fox?”
She met his gaze, her tone light but edged with annoyance. “Evan, I’ve already told you. I have no idea who Fox is. The only foxes I know live in zoos. If you keep asking me this, I’ll start thinking you’re calling me a vixen.”
Evan chuckled faintly but pressed on. “Fox isn’t just an animal. It’s a nickname. It refers to someone clever, cunning, and deceitful—someone who’s a master of disguise. She uses multiple aliases and keeps changing her identity, making everyone believe there are many different people, but it’s always her.”
Abby raised an eyebrow, a spark of curiosity flickering in her eyes. “Is that so? And you think I’m this mysterious, deceitful fox? Do you have any proof to back up this theory of yours?”
“I don’t have any evidence,” Evan admitted.
Abby set her teacup down gently. “If you don’t have proof, then you’re just making baseless accusations and spreading rumors to tarnish my reputation.”
Evan didn’t respond immediately. He studied her carefully, his silence heavy with unspoken thoughts. Finally, he said, “My sister-in-law once told me something that planted this doubt in my mind. She said I’d never considered the possibility that you were Fox. My brother is a sharp guy—if he shared something like that with his wife, it must mean he suspected something.
“And then there’s my grandmother,” Evan continued, his voice softening. “She kept warning me not to regret my decisions. If you’re not Fox, if you’re just the woman I’ve fallen for, then I should be upfront and honest with you. But if that’s true, what could I possibly regret? I’m a loyal person, Abby. When I love, I love for life.”
Abby took a sip of tea, her expression calm and unreadable. After a moment, she set the cup down and looked him straight in the eye. “Serenity and I are close friends,” she began. “She knew I had feelings for you from the very start. Maybe she wanted to play matchmaker, to bring us together and help me marry into your family as her sister-in-law.
“Did it ever occur to you that she might’ve misled you on purpose? Maybe she wanted you to think I’m this Fox woman, just to nudge you in my direction. And your grandmother? Of course, she’d want to ensure you don’t regret rejecting someone she worked so hard to select as your wife. That’s all perfectly normal.”
Abby’s voice grew sharper. “But even if you came to me now and said you liked me, Evan, I wouldn’t be with you. I’ve been hurt before, and I’m not about to fall into the same trap twice.”
Her gaze pierced through him. “You’re hung up on this Fox. You can’t pursue her for whatever reason, so after Serenity’s little hints, you came to me, thinking I’d still be waiting around for you. You assumed it would be easy to get me back. Isn’t that right?”
Evan couldn’t find the words to respond. Serenity’s hints had been subtle, never outright declarations. And yet, here he was, grasping at straws without a shred of evidence to support his suspicions.
Breaking the silence, Evan asked, “Abby, would it be alright if I took a look at your closet?”
She raised an amused eyebrow. “Of course. If that’s what you want, I’ll take you upstairs right now.”
Abby knew how to play her part well. If Fox had left any traces—like those signature red clothes—she’d hidden them flawlessly.
Evan hesitated. He couldn’t just rifle through her belongings without a clear lead. What would he even hope to find?
Abby’s readiness to let him look was enough to make him doubt himself. He finally shook his head.
“You’re not going to check?” Abby asked, a hint of mockery in her tone. “Then stop accusing me of being Fox. Honestly, I envy her. She has your undivided attention, your loyalty. You’d do anything for her. It’s enough to make anyone jealous.”
Her words lingered in the air, leaving Evan torn between doubt and determination.
Married At First Sight Chapter 3948
Chapter 3948
Evan had no proof, and Abby wouldn’t admit to being Fox no matter how directly he confronted her.
Still, the thought of Evan doing everything in his power for another woman filled Abby with envy—even though the woman he loved was, in fact, her.
“Evan,” she asked, her voice quiet but tinged with pain, “are you really going to keep chasing her? Is there something about me that isn’t good enough?”
Abby couldn’t help but wonder why Evan hadn’t fallen for her when she was simply herself, without the guise of Fox. Why was it that only the illusion of another identity captured his heart?
Evan sighed deeply, his voice softening with sincerity. “Abby, you’re amazing. Truly, you are. You’re kind, smart, and beautiful. But…” He hesitated, searching for the right words. “I don’t deserve you.”
His expression grew somber as he continued, “You’re not any less than Fox in any way. Honestly, I don’t even know why I fell for her. Maybe it’s because I kept dreaming about her—over and over again. In those dreams, she was the woman who captivated me. And then, one day, I met her in real life.
“If you want to know why I fell in love with Fox instead of you, all I can say is… I think I fell in love with her in my dreams. And when those dreams became reality, my feelings felt inevitable.”
Abby froze, momentarily taken aback by his confession.
Evan pressed on. “To be honest, I didn’t meet Fox in real life until after I started spending time with you. I knew my grandmother had chosen you for me. She believed we were a perfect match in every way. And at first, I tried to resist the pull of my dreams. I trusted my grandmother’s judgment.
“I really tried, Abby. I did everything I could to pursue you, to care for you, to build something real between us. I thought if I put in the effort, love would come naturally. But after two or three months, I realized I couldn’t stop thinking about Fox.
“I could see us being friends—good friends—but I couldn’t force the kind of love I felt in my dreams. And that’s when I knew I had to be honest with you. It wasn’t fair to either of us to keep pretending. Abby, no matter what, I was wrong to handle things the way I did. I owe you a sincere apology.”
Evan paused, his gaze heavy with regret. “You deserve someone who loves you and only you. And I know that man is out there—someone better than me, someone who will cherish you the way you deserve.”
But that man, he thought silently, would never be him. Unless Abby was Fox—the woman he couldn’t stop loving.
Abby had firmly denied being Fox. She’d even suggested that Evan’s sister-in-law, Serenity, had misled him, hinting that Abby was Fox just to push them together.
But Evan couldn’t believe that. He knew Serenity too well. She wasn’t the type to manipulate him like that.
At the beginning, Evan had made things clear: he was a one-woman man, loyal to the core. Serenity understood that. If she knew he was hopelessly in love with Fox, why would she try to match him with Abby? More likely, Serenity had decided Abby deserved better than someone whose heart belonged elsewhere.
Evan’s mind whirled with doubts and possibilities. If Serenity hadn’t lied to him, then Abby had to be the one deceiving him. But without proof, there was little he could do.
Still, he wasn’t ready to give up. He decided to turn to the one person who might hold the truth—his grandmother.
If she didn’t tell him whether Abby was Fox or Bianca, he’d make her life miserable. He’d follow her everywhere, pestering her relentlessly until she gave in. Evan smirked bitterly at the thought. His grandmother loved drama. She probably enjoyed watching him suffer through this, hoping to see him grovel his way back into Abby’s heart.
The more he thought about it, the clearer it became. His grandmother likely knew everything. She just wanted to teach him a lesson by letting him make mistakes, hurt Abby, and then scramble to make things right once he realized the truth.
The idea made Evan’s chest tighten. If Abby really was Fox, the road ahead wouldn’t be easy. Winning her back would be harder than anything he’d ever done—harder even than the time his eldest brother had to win back his wife after his lies were exposed.
Evan laughed bitterly to himself. If Abby truly was Fox, then his future was clear: he was destined to chase her to the ends of the earth, even if it meant going through hell to earn her forgiveness.
Married At First Sight Chapter 3949
Chapter 3949
After deciding to plead with his grandmother, Evan didn’t linger long at the Du family estate.
But before leaving, under Abby’s gentle persuasion, he reluctantly pinched his nose and drank the bowl of ginger soup she had prepared for him.
Abby personally walked him to the door of the villa, seeing him off.
“Evan, make sure to see a doctor when you get home,” she reminded, her tone firm but caring. “Take some medicine and rest for a few days. Don’t ignore it—you don’t want this turning into something worse.”
Abby followed him out mostly to ensure he wouldn’t neglect his health. She knew that people who were generally healthy often underestimated how quickly a minor illness could escalate.
Evan gave her a faint smile. “I’ll take care of it. If I feel worse, I’ll go to the doctor. You don’t need to worry about me, Abby. Even if I do get sick because of what happened today, it’s my own fault. I won’t hold anyone else accountable.”
He thought Abby was worried he’d hold a grudge against her uncle for making him stand outside in the cold. Beyond that, he didn’t dare hope her concern meant anything more.
Abby smiled softly. “Please give my regards to Grandma York and Sister Serenity. When Serenity has her baby, I’ll come visit her.”
She’d already picked out thoughtful gifts for both Serenity’s and Jasmine’s babies. Once the babies were born and their one-month celebrations rolled around, she planned to attend the banquets and personally deliver the presents.
Whether or not she’d ever officially become part of the York family as Evan’s wife was a different story. Regardless, Abby wanted to maintain her friendships with Serenity and the others. Friendships, after all, needed effort to stay alive—without it, even the strongest bonds could fade.
Evan nodded. “I’ll pass along your greetings.”
He gave her one last lingering look before walking to his car. Moments later, he drove off.
Abby stood at the doorway, watching until his car disappeared from view. Only then did she turn and head back inside.
When she reentered the house, she found her parents waiting in the living room.
“Why didn’t you two stay over at Uncle’s place?” Abby asked, looking at them curiously.
Her father, Mr. Du, chuckled. “Your uncle and I live in the same estate, under the same gate. Why bother? It’s not like we’re far apart. That brat Evan left already?”
“Why, Dad? Were you hoping he’d stay the night?” Abby teased as she sat down on the sofa.
Mr. Du crossed his arms, his tone turning slightly indignant. “Abby, I’m standing up for you, and yet you’re not happy about it? Don’t tell me you still care about that boy and feel sorry for him! Do you know how long he stood outside in the cold? Your mom was worried he’d freeze solid and turn into an icicle, so she rushed you upstairs to get him to come in.”
“Dad!” Abby interjected, clearly exasperated.
But her father wasn’t done. “I told him to take off his coat, not his shirt, and stand outside in the wind! That kid treated you so poorly, I’ve wanted to teach him a lesson for a long time. Since you wouldn’t let me lay a finger on him, I had to settle for making him stand out there. He didn’t have to listen to me, though! He could’ve just left—who told him to obey me?”
Mr. Du genuinely felt that two hours of standing in the cold was a mild punishment. If not for the York family’s influence, he’d have done far worse to Evan—maybe even broken his legs—just to ensure he’d never pursue his daughter again.
Abby shook her head with a small sigh. “Dad, we can’t force someone to feel something they don’t. If Evan doesn’t love me, you can’t make him. At least he was honest when he realized his feelings weren’t there. He didn’t string me along or waste my time. That’s more than some people do.
“Some people don’t have the courage to admit the truth. They’ll hold on to a relationship while secretly waiting for something better, and when they find it, they think saying ‘sorry’ will magically make it okay. That kind of behavior is far worse. At least Evan didn’t do that.”
Her father frowned but didn’t argue. He could tell from her words—and the way she defended Evan—that his daughter still had feelings for him.
It wasn’t surprising. Love was easy to fall into, but forgetting someone you loved was a different story altogether.
His daughter, innocent and inexperienced when it came to matters of the heart, had fallen for someone as complicated as Evan. In her father’s eyes, Abby was like a blank canvas, easily swayed by a master painter who knew exactly how to draw her in.
Evan, of course, would have disagreed with that assessment.
The truth was simple: Abby was the only woman Evan had ever pursued.
Married At First Sight Chapter 3950
Chapter 3950
Evan suspected that Abby and Fox were the same person. If that were true, then she was the only woman he had ever truly pursued.
“He was out there freezing for over half an hour. Do you think he’ll be alright?” Mr. Du asked, his voice carrying a mix of worry and sarcasm.
Mrs. Du responded with a hint of amusement. “Abby had the butler prepare him a bowl of ginger soup before he left. Knowing Evan doesn’t like spicy food, she made sure the butler added extra ginger—probably too much. The butler said Abby insisted he drink it before he went on his way.”
Abby’s father snorted. “He got off easy.”
Abby rolled her eyes but didn’t respond.
“Abby,” Mr. Du pressed, leaning forward, “why did Evan come to see you? Was he trying to reconcile? If he’s here to win you back, don’t make it easy for him. Let him work for it—let him pursue you for at least two years before you even consider it. Things that are too easy to get are never appreciated. Make him earn it.”
Abby sighed and shook her head. “Mom, Dad, you’re both overthinking it. Evan didn’t come here to ask for reconciliation. He came to ask me about another woman—his so-called sweetheart. He thinks I know where she is.”
The mood in the room instantly darkened. Both of her parents’ faces turned cold.
“He actually came here to ask about another woman?” Mr. Du’s voice carried a sharp edge. “That boy has some nerve! I should’ve made him stand outside shirtless for half the day instead of just half an hour.”
Mrs. Du muttered indignantly, “I shouldn’t have wasted so much ginger in that soup. One little piece would’ve been enough. Why make it easier for him to recover?”
Abby chuckled at their reactions. “Actually, the woman he was asking about was me.”
Mr. Du stared at her, momentarily at a loss for words.
Mrs. Du blinked in surprise before tilting her head curiously. “Wait, what? Abby, what do you mean? Evan’s sweetheart is you? How could he not know that?”
Abby explained, “Back in the day, when I was traveling and working undercover, I had a few aliases. One of them was ‘Hundred Changes Fox.’ Evan fell in love with Fox, but he didn’t realize Fox and I are the same person. So technically, he’s been in love with me this whole time—just the version of me wearing a ‘mask.’”
Mr. and Mrs. Du exchanged a look, their expressions a mix of surprise and amusement.
They always knew their daughter wasn’t as reserved and proper as she appeared to be, but they hadn’t realized the extent of her secret adventures—or her collection of aliases.
“And Evan hasn’t figured it out yet?” Mr. Du asked.
Abby sighed. “If he had, do you think we’d be in this situation? He has his suspicions, but he doesn’t have proof. Grandma York and Serenity probably know the truth, but they’re keeping it to themselves. They’re just sitting back and enjoying the drama.”
Her father frowned. “Didn’t they say you were a master of disguise? How did Old Lady York figure it out, then? When did she pick you as a potential match for Evan? My precious daughter, secretly chosen to be someone’s granddaughter-in-law, and no one thought to tell me!”
The realization made Mr. Du shake his head. “That old lady York is sharp. She’s not just wise—she’s downright intimidating.”
Mrs. Du agreed. “None of the women she’s chosen for her grandsons have been ordinary. They’re all remarkable in their own ways. It’s clear she’s planning to strengthen the York family even further by bringing in daughters-in-law who can hold their own.
“With nine grandsons and such careful matchmaking, the York family’s future in-laws will only make their connections stronger and their power greater. The York Corporation will keep growing, and its influence will reach even higher levels.”
Mr. Du nodded thoughtfully. “It’s no wonder the York family is so prosperous. With a matriarch as cunning and strategic as Old Lady York at the helm, they’re bound to stay on top.”