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 the one for me.”

His declaration was direct, almost bold.

Still, Evan couldn’t entirely dismiss his suspicions that Abby and Fox might be the same person. That possibility kept him attentive to Abby’s every move. Abby may 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 feel 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 had 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 chose had 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 assert that you’re no longer pursuing Abby, yet you’ve been watching her closely. You even skipped celebrating New Year’s with your family just to keep an eye on her.

“And now you expect me to believe you’re not interested? Please. If you continue lying like this, no one will take you seriously. Do you really think I would fall for a man who spends his time weaving stories and lurking in the shadows? Evan, spare yourself the embarrassment and end this charade.”

She stood up, brushed off imaginary dust from her sleeve, and turned to leave. However, after a few steps, she paused and looked back, her gaze intense.

“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 bit more.

“Right now, you’re only making yourself look bad. Even your family’s elders 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 excelled. Don’t be the one to tarnish that legacy.”

Evan’s face flushed, the embarrassment creeping up his neck.

How did she know everything?

She had called him a thief—a pointed jab at his recent attempt to sneak into the Du family’s villa. He thought he had gone unnoticed, yet she somehow knew about his failed climb over the wall.

How was that even possible?

After getting caught, Evan had hurried back to his hotel, 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 manage.

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 now softer. “What is it about me that’s so wrong? Tell me, and I’ll change. Just give me a chance.”

Fox turned, a sly smile playing on her lips. “If you’re really 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 quieter and almost vulnerable. “We’ve known each other for so long, and I still don’t even know who you truly are.”

Fox’s expression remained unchanged. “You’re not the only one who doesn’t know my name,” she replied coolly. She had countless aliases and identities, none of which connected back to her true self. And she wasn’t about to let Evan—or anyone else—get that close just yet.