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 for him. She hadn’t expected Evan to notice her again after just a few months. However, this time he wasn’t bold or direct; instead, he lurked in the shadows, observing her every move like a hunter tracking his prey. Did he think Abby was unaware? She knew. And she couldn’t help but wonder what exactly Evan was 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 had come to find out. Was she Abby? Bianca? Or someone entirely different?

Evan studied her face closely. She didn’t resemble Abby at all—there were no obvious similarities. Yet 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 had even enlisted Camryn to help invite Bianca to Wildridge Manor. But his attempts to uncover the truth had failed, and now he was still searching, still uncertain.

Deep down, he feared what he might discover if Bianca wasn’t Fox. What if his grandmother found out about his interest in Bianca and tried to force a match between them? And worst of all, what if Fox found out? That would ruin any chance he had with her.

Evan finally spoke again, his voice filled with longing. “It’s the New Year. All my brothers are paired off with their wives or the women they’re pursuing. The ones who haven’t succeeded yet at least have Grandma’s deadline to give them some breathing room. But me? I’ve 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. Yet despite 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.

Burox smiled, but Fox remained calm; her cheeks showed no sign of color. Her eyes revealed nothing—not a hint of emotion or affection.

Evan felt a pang of déjà vu. He remembered how Abby used to look at him at 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 hinted at fondness.

Yet, he hadn’t fallen for Abby. No matter how good she was or how much affection she showed, his thoughts always drifted back to Fox—the woman in red.

He recalled the panic he felt then, realizing he couldn’t return Abby’s feelings. He had fled Huyoniville, not wanting to hurt her further. But when she tracked him down in Wiltspoon, he was forced to be honest.

“It’s not you,” he told her. “It’s me.”

Now, Fox’s voice interrupted his thoughts, sharp and resolute. “There’s more than one man interested in 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 reveal it to someone I don’t like?”

“Evan, you took my belongings and now you claim to have feelings for me? You just want to keep them for yourself, don’t you? Then you’ll probably refer to them as a ‘token of love.’ I’ve witnessed how shameless you can be.”

Evan remained unfazed, laughing at her accusation. “Of course, my beloved, you are sharp—just as clever as I am. We make the perfect match.”

Fox rolled her eyes, her patience wearing thin.

This man had no shame.

Months earlier, he had stood before her and proclaimed that he couldn’t love her, no matter how hard he tried. He had apologized and even urged her to stop pursuing him.

And now here he was, spinning the same old tale, acting as if he hadn’t shattered her self-esteem the first time.

He had been the first man to capture her attention, but his rejection had deeply wounded her. As the second Miss Du, she carried herself with pride. Did he really think she lacked dignity?

She had moved on—or so she told herself. But Evan, with his persistence and shameless charm, made it difficult to forget.