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 said, his voice a mix of defensiveness and innocence, calculated yet calm.
Fox crossed her arms, appearing unfazed. “So, you believe your actions are justified just because you felt slighted? Don’t twist the facts. You took my things. I merely took back what was mine.”
Evan sighed dramatically, pretending to be helpless. “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 had just told me your name, where you live, or even given me a phone number, I would have returned them ages ago.”
Fox’s laughter sliced through the air, sharp and mocking. “Are you blaming me now?”
Her eyes narrowed as she leaned in closer, her tone biting. “How many times have we crossed paths since you took my things? You had plenty of opportunities 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, completely unfazed by her reprimand. “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 taken aback, left speechless.
In her mind, she envisioned the York family matriarch—kind-faced, sharp-witted, and almost impossibly cunning. Fox had

I have witnessed it firsthand. Behind that sweet smile was a woman capable of raising grandchildren who were not only brilliant but also incredibly challenging to manage. And Evan? He was no exception.

Despite their tension, Fox couldn’t deny one thing—Evan was impressive in every way. However, that didn’t mean she would let him win.

“I will never accept your feelings,” Fox said firmly. Her words were icy, but her tone hinted at something deeper—perhaps regret. “There are so many incredible men in my life—men who come from the same world as I do. 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 decipher her expression. Her face was blank, revealing nothing and 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 have pieced it together, and if he had, Serenity would have 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 just a ‘homeless woman.’ You’re so much more than that.”

There was a softness in his gaze now, a vulnerability he rarely showed.

“Elegance within you—it’s impossible to conceal.” If she truly was Abby, everything fell into place. Abby Du, the second daughter of the Du family, epitomized nobility. Her grace and composure were innate, qualities that no disguise could mask.

Fox’s expression grew stern at his words. She needed to dig deeper to uncover his true intentions. “Isn’t the wife your grandmother chose for you the second daughter of the Du family?” Fox asked, her voice steady even as her heart raced. She already knew the answer, but she craved confirmation from him.

Was he here for her, or was he pursuing Abby once more? After all, Abby was her. Yet, she had assumed so many roles and worn so many masks that she sometimes struggled to remember her true self. Fortunately, these moments of uncertainty were brief. She never allowed them to surface; she never let her facade falter. The game was still hers to play.

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