Chapter 3928
Evan cautiously climbed over the wall, his heart racing with anticipation. Just as he was about to jump down, he caught his breath in his throat. Below him, side by side, stood several wolfhounds, their sharp eyes fixed on him. His stomach dropped. Had he leaped without looking, those dogs would have torn him apart in seconds.
The wolfhounds remained silent, standing still as they sized him up like predators assessing their prey. Clearly, they were well-trained to wait for the intruder to land before launching their attack. For a tense moment, it was just Evan and the dogs, locked in a silent standoff.
“Why do people always choose wolfhounds?” he muttered under his breath, his voice barely audible. It wasn’t uncommon for wealthy families in Wiltspoon to keep aggressive dogs like wolfhounds or even Tibetan mastiffs for security. During the day, these animals were leashed, but at night, they roamed freely to protect the property.
Evan weighed his options but lacked confidence in confronting multiple wolfhounds unarmed. Deciding the risk wasn’t worth it, he backed away and scrambled over the wall to escape. Unfortunately, his retreat wasn’t quiet enough.
Realizing their “intruder” was fleeing, the wolfhounds erupted into furious barking, their deep howls shattering the quiet night. Their noise alerted the Du family. Two male workers responsible for the dogs arrived quickly, scanning the area. Although they didn’t catch Evan, the sight of the wolfhounds barking atop the wall made it clear that someone had attempted 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 a comprehensive security system. Anyone foolish enough to attempt a break-in wouldn’t get far. The worker quickly alerted 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 convinced that someone had tried to break in.
Half an hour later, Evan returned to his hotel, his pulse finally settling. The day after tomorrow was New Year’s Eve, and the hotel was buzzing with guests from all over, mostly tourists here to celebrate the holiday. He blended in effortlessly, his attire casual and unremarkable—nothing about him suggested he had just narrowly evaded capture while 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 had entered the wrong room. But that wasn’t possible—his key card had unlocked the door. This was his room. He slid the card into the slot, and the lights flickered on, illuminating the figure at the desk.
It was her. Fox. She sat there, her posture relaxed yet commanding, her signature red coat draped over her, its vibrant hue contrasting sharply with 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 recall the summer, when she wore flowing red dresses that bestowed upon her an ethereal, almost otherworldly beauty. He had been captivated by her from the moment he first saw her, unable to look away.
He pulled himself back from the brink. That red—it was etched in his memory. He had forsaken the safe, well-paved path his grandmother had laid out for him, opting instead to pursue a mysterious woman. A year had gone by, and he still didn’t even know her real name. His grandmother had been clear: if he couldn’t secure a wife by year’s end, he shouldn’t bother returning home for the New Year.
Evan had dismissed her warnings, claiming he didn’t care. But deep down, he yearned to uncover the truth—whether Abby was truly Fox—and that longing had brought him 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 heart raced. He was unsure whether to feel relieved, angry, or awestruck. One thing was certain: this conversation would be one he would not soon forget.