Chapter 3936-3940

Married At First Sight Chapters 3936-3940
Chapter 3936
“My friend invited me out for a midnight snack,” Abby said casually, concealing the truth from her mother. She hadn’t gone out for food; in fact, she had been tracking down the thief. However, she couldn’t reveal that, especially since she didn’t want her mother to know that Evan had been the one attempting to climb over their wall. It would only tarnish her mother’s high regard for him.
Mrs. Du had met Evan during his calculated efforts to get close to Abby. Knowing he was the fourth young master of the esteemed York family in Wiltspoon had impressed her, and she had spoken highly of both him and his family.
Her mother’s glowing endorsement made Abby reconsider her feelings for Evan. Everyone in the family seemed to believe he was a perfect match, and she began to wonder if they were right.
Yet, just as she started to open her heart to him, Evan bluntly told her that despite trying for months, he simply couldn’t fall in love with her.
Mrs. Du tilted her head, skeptical of Abby’s excuse. “You don’t usually go out for midnight snacks. What were you craving so badly that you had to leave the house in this freezing weather? Why not eat at home?”
“Mom, it’s not that cold. We have heating, and I had something warm to eat while I was out. Normally, I don’t eat late because I’m worried it will disrupt my sleep and make me sluggish at work the next day. But I’m on vacation now, so it’s nice to relax, catch up with friends, and indulge a little,” Abby replied, maintaining a light and reassuring tone.
Mrs. Du let the topic drop but asked, “Are all your friends married?”
Abby shook her head. “No, not all of them.”
“We’re rich, beautiful, and intelligent—why should we settle down and give…”

“Up our freedom so soon?” Mrs. Du said, a playful smile dancing on her lips. “Once you’re married, your carefree days are over.”

Abby braced herself, well aware of where this conversation was headed. Ever since her return from Wiltspoon, heartbroken over Evan’s rejection, her mother had been on a mission. Furious that Evan had hurt her daughter, Mrs. Du vowed to find someone even better for Abby. She had been dropping not-so-subtle hints about marriage ever since.

“After the New Year, you’ll be a year older,” Mrs. Du said with a knowing glance as they walked toward Abby’s room.

“Mom,” Abby sighed, “I’m only in my twenties. I’m still young and have plenty of time to think about marriage.” Anticipating her mother’s response, she quickly added, “I know you liked Evan, but he doesn’t feel the same way. What’s the point of holding on to that?

“As long as he had even a little feeling for me, I wouldn’t have given up. But Mom, your daughter is amazing. Do you really want me to chase after someone who doesn’t want me? It’s not like I can’t find a good man. If I wanted to get married tomorrow, there would be a line of great guys ready to say yes.”

Mrs. Du smiled warmly. “You’re absolutely right. Our Abby is incredible. Evan must be blind not to see it. Mark my words—one day, he’ll regret letting you go. And when that day comes, don’t take him back.”

Abby laughed softly. “Mom, we live thousands of miles apart. It’s unlikely we’ll cross paths again. Besides, he already has someone he cares about.

“Anyway, it’s late. Go to bed. For the New Year gifts to our relatives and friends, just arrange for someone else to deliver them. You shouldn’t exhaust yourself running around.”

Mrs. Du nodded. “I know. You should get some rest too.”

Standing outside Mrs. Du’s room, the mother and daughter shared a final smile before parting ways for the night.

“Goodnight, Mom,” Abby said softly, offering her mother a warm smile. As Mrs. Du turned the doorknob to leave, Abby called out suddenly, “Mom, if Evan comes to see me again, would you let him in?”

Mrs. Du’s response was sharp and immediate: “I’ll let the wolfhound take care of him.”

Abby chuckled lightly. “Mom, you talk tough, but deep down, you’d probably smile, thinking he’s realized he actually loves me.”

Mrs. Du sighed. “I’d have to hold back for a while,” she admitted before quickly closing the door, too embarrassed to face her daughter’s knowing look.

Alas.

Evan had always been the son-in-law Mrs. Du envisioned for Abby. But now, if he truly realized he loved her and came crawling back, could she forgive him for the heartache he caused just months ago?

Evan had hurt Abby deeply. Still, Mrs. Du reminded herself to let the young people handle their own mess. After all, what were the chances of Evan actually returning?

But life often catches you off guard.

The next morning, while Abby was still nestled in bed, catching up on sleep, Mrs. Du’s phone buzzed with a call from the security guard on duty.

“Who did you say he is?” Mrs. Du asked, her posture suddenly rigid as she sat on the living room sofa.

The guard replied, “Madam, he says he’s Evan York—the fourth young master of the York family from Wiltspoon. He’s here to see the second young lady.”

Mrs. Du pressed her lips into a thin line. She didn’t need an introduction to know who Evan was, but today’s security guard, just a month into the job, clearly didn’t recognize him.

“Tell him Abby—”

“Doesn’t want to see him,” she said curtly, hanging up the phone with a sharp click. A cold smile crept onto her face. Evan, Evan. So, you’ve come crawling back. Didn’t he once declare that he didn’t care for Abby? And now, after all these months, he suddenly decided she was worth pursuing again?

“What’s got you smiling like that? Who’s here? Someone Abby doesn’t want to see?” Mr. Du, seated opposite his wife and reading a newspaper with his glasses perched on his nose, noticed her reaction and became curious.

Mrs. Du looked at him, her tone dripping with sarcasm. “Remember Evan York? The fourth son of the York family from Wiltspoon?”

Mr. Du frowned. “Him? What about him?”

“He’s here,” Mrs. Du said with a huff. “The same boy who claimed he didn’t like our Abby yet spent months pursuing her anyway. And when she finally fell for him, he had the audacity to say he was just playing with her feelings. If she hadn’t stopped me, I would’ve flown over to Wiltspoon and given his parents a piece of my mind. What kind of son did they raise?”

Mr. Du’s expression darkened at the mention of Evan, anger bubbling just beneath the surface.

“If Abby hadn’t intervened, I would have dealt with him myself,” he muttered. “Even her brothers and cousins wanted to teach him a lesson, but Abby insisted she’d handle it.”

“Well,” Mrs. Du continued, “he’s back now, asking to see Abby. My guess? He’s realized he has feelings for her and wants to make amends.”

Mr. Du folded his newspaper and set it aside. “It’s been months since he pulled that stunt, and now he’s just figured out he likes her?”

“Don’t get carried away,” Mrs. Du warned. “He hurt Abby, and we can’t let him off the hook that easily. Even if he’s realized his feelings and wants to win her back, we—”

He should earn it. He needs to realize that our Abby isn’t someone he can discard and pick up whenever it suits him.” She paused, a playful glimmer in her eye. “Actually,” she continued, “let’s shake things up a bit. Arrange a blind date for Abby. If we can’t find someone on short notice, let her cousins step in and play the part. This will give Evan a taste of his own medicine and show him that Abby isn’t just waiting around for him to return.” Her husband smirked, clearly entertained by the idea. Mrs. Du, however, was already lost in her plans, determined to make Evan recognize the value of what he so carelessly let go.

Mrs. Du’s eyes lit up at her husband’s suggestion. “That’s a fantastic idea! But we don’t need Abby’s cousins to fill in. Our Abby is extraordinary, and there’s no shortage of men vying for her attention. We just need to announce that we’re planning to marry her off next year. Her admirers will line up and launch their efforts to win her over.” In the eyes of her parents, Abby was nothing short of perfect.

And she truly was remarkable; otherwise, the matriarch of the York family wouldn’t have handpicked her. “I’ll step outside and take a look,” Mrs. Du said, unable to remain still. She stood and straightened her posture, already envisioning the scathing words she’d unleash on the fourth young master of the York family. “I’ll join you,” Mr. Du offered, setting his newspaper aside. His concern was not without merit. His wife had once held a high opinion of Evan, and honestly, so had he. After all, the York family name carried significant weight in Wiltspoon, and their reputation was nothing short of stellar. Everyone in Huyoniville was aware of it.

York men were not only loyal but completely devoted in marriage. When a York entered into matrimony, it was for life. For any woman, the York family represented an ideal in-law situation, and families with daughters often dreamed of their girls marrying into the Yorks—or at least finding someone with the same level of loyalty and commitment. Mrs. Du huffed softly in agreement as the couple hurried toward the front gate. Evan’s car was parked just outside the Du family mansion. To avoid being recognized by the guards, he had switched vehicles, despite having covered the license plate and logo of his usual car the night before. After successfully sneaking in and out without detection, he had removed the covers, but for good measure, he opted for a different car this time. The last thing he wanted was for Abby’s parents to discover his less-than-noble actions. If Abby ever agreed to marry him, they would be his in-laws, and he couldn’t allow them to know he had once tried to sneak into their home like a common thief. His car was filled with gifts—an attempt to demonstrate his sincerity. After offending an entire family, he thought wryly, you don’t show up empty-handed. Truthfully, Evan knew the Du family could have made his life miserable after what transpired, but they hadn’t. He suspected this was due to Abby’s request for them to let it go. She had always been calm and composed, someone who carried herself with dignity—a quality he admired most about her. He wondered if Abby would be willing to see him today. As he sat in the car, memories flooded back of how he had pursued her six months ago, hoping to establish a connection and evoke genuine feelings. However, despite his efforts, he hadn’t fallen in love with her. Instead, he had

He toyed with her emotions, only to walk away just as her heart began to open to him. The shame of his actions was evident on his face. He knew he didn’t deserve her forgiveness, and if she chose to ignore him, he wouldn’t hold it against her. If he were in her position, he would likely let the family dog chase him off the property.

After a few moments of waiting, Evan noticed two figures approaching—Mr. and Mrs. Du. He recognized them immediately; they had always been kind to him, particularly Mrs. Du, who had treated him as if he were already her son-in-law. This kindness only intensified his guilt.

Before they reached him, Evan stepped out of the car and stood at the gate, his posture respectful, watching as the couple drew nearer. “Uncle, Aunt,” he greeted politely, bowing his head slightly in acknowledgment.

Mr. Du’s expression turned stern as he frowned and let out a cold snort. Mrs. Du, her tone dripping with sarcasm, turned to her husband. “Husband, could you please confirm what kind of wind is blowing today? It seems to have brought the illustrious fourth young master of the York family to our doorstep!” Her words were sharp and laced with irony.

Evan, however, remained composed, keeping a pleasant smile. “Auntie, it’s the north wind,” he replied evenly. The cold wind bit through the air, matching the icy tension of the moment perfectly.

Mrs. Du scoffed, crossing her arms tightly. “What are you doing here, Evan?” she asked, her tone sharp and unwelcoming. “You’re not welcome in this house. Go back to wherever you came from.”

Evan managed an awkward smile. “Auntie, I just want to see Abby.”

“Abby doesn’t want to see you,” Mrs. Du snapped. “Leave now, or we’ll set the wolf on you.”

“dogs on you.” Her voice was icy and laced with contempt. “Do you really believe Abby is someone you can manipulate at your convenience? If you’re interested, you flirt with her; if not, you abandon her as if she means nothing. Who do you think you are, the illustrious Fourth Young Master York? Still pursuing the woman you claim to care for, yet somehow failing miserably?” Her words dripped with sarcasm, inflicting deep wounds as she made her disdain unmistakable.

Evan took the insults without anger. He recognized that he had hurt Abby in the past. Regardless of whether she took him seriously, the fact remained—he had pursued her only to later state he was no longer interested. That alone had caused her pain, a wrong he could not rectify. The Du family had every right to resent him now. If they still treated him kindly as they once had, his guilt would have been unbearable.

“Uncle, Auntie,” Evan said calmly, “I really need to see Abby. She’s home, right? Please, just let me speak with her.”

Before Mrs. Du could reply, Evan turned back to his car. He opened the door and retrieved the gifts he had carefully prepared, his arms soon filled with bags of various sizes. He approached them once more.

“Uncle, Auntie, these are just small tokens of my apology.”

Mr. Du sneered, his expression colder than the winter wind. “I have no use for your gifts, Fourth Young Master York. Take them and leave. Get as far away as you can. You hurt my daughter, and we haven’t even begun to settle the score with you. Don’t think for a second that your family name intimidates us.”

His voice grew louder, his anger more pronounced. “I don’t care if you’re the emperor or the president. You hurt my daughter, and I’ll ensure she gets justice.”

Evan maintained his composure, though his face revealed his guilt. “Uncle, I’m—”

“Sorry. I was wrong—terribly wrong.” He had apologized to Abby countless times and even tried to make amends with gifts, but he knew deep down that his actions had left lasting scars. Although Abby hadn’t openly resented him, her refusal to visit Serenity in Wiltspoon made it clear that she still hadn’t fully healed. He had damaged her confidence and self-esteem—and that was completely on him.

“What are you apologizing to me for?” Mr. Du retorted, his expression still stern. “I’m not the one you wronged.”

“Uncle, please, I just want to talk to Abby—”

“You’re wasting your breath,” Mr. Du interrupted. “Abby won’t see you, no matter how long you stand here. And if you keep lingering, we won’t hesitate to let the dogs loose. Don’t blame us for what happens next.”

Evan opened his mouth to respond, but Mr. Du had already turned to his wife. “Let’s go back inside, dear. It’s freezing out here.”

The couple began to walk away, but after a few steps, Mr. Du suddenly stopped. He turned back to Evan, a sharp glint in his eyes.

“If you’re truly serious about apologizing,” he said, his voice filled with challenge, “take off your coat and stand out here for two hours. Let’s see how sincere you are. If you manage that, I might allow you to see Abby.”

Evan stood there, stunned. He had grown accustomed to Wiltspoon’s relatively mild winters, but the icy winds and subzero temperatures of Huyoniville were brutal and unforgiving. Standing outside in just a shirt for two hours wouldn’t kill him, but it would certainly test his limits.

For a moment, he was speechless. The biting cold hit harder than he had anticipated, the temperature easily plunging to double digits below freezing. Evan shivered, realizing this would be far from easy—but if it meant seeing Abby, he might be willing to endure it.

**Choice**
**Married At First Sight – Chapter 3940**

In Wiltspoon, the temperature had dropped to ten degrees, and the biting cold was enough to make anyone shiver. Even the warmth of heavy coats offered little protection against the chill.

Mr. Du led Mrs. Du back toward the house, his expression stern yet thoughtful. Mrs. Du glanced over her shoulder and whispered, “What if he actually takes off his coat and stands out there for two hours? What if he freezes to death?”

Although they were angry with Evan and wanted him to understand the pain their daughter felt, they did not wish to push things to a tragic end. Turning Evan into an icicle would risk igniting a dangerous feud with the York family, something they could not afford. It was one thing to sever ties, but becoming enemies with the Yorks was an entirely different matter.

Mr. Du remained calm and dismissed her concerns. “If he really does it, Abby will come out to call him in after half an hour. Trust me. And if he doesn’t follow through, then nothing will come of it.”

“If he does, he might catch a cold at most,” he added with a shrug. “And if he doesn’t, then no harm done.”

Mrs. Du frowned. “I still don’t believe he came here for love this time. Who knows what he’s truly after?”

Mr. Du sighed heavily, his shoulders slumping, revealing his frustration. “I don’t want our daughter getting involved with that man again. She has finally moved on from him, and if they meet, who’s to say her feelings won’t come rushing back? She’s been through enough.”

Their daughter rarely fell for anyone. Her standards were high—some might even say impossibly so—but that was how they had raised her. She deserved the best. However, when Abby finally did fall for someone, it had been Evan, and he had shattered her heart.

He had approached her with charm and persistence, making her believe in something real—only to walk away in the end. He claimed he pursued her at the behest of his grandmother, Old Mrs. York. He confessed to considering a future with Abby but ultimately decided to step back, stating he couldn’t force feelings that weren’t genuine. To Mr. Du, Evan’s words felt like a slap in the face, not just to his daughter but to their entire family. His naive, inexperienced daughter had been swept off her feet by a young, handsome, successful, and thoughtful man—only to have her trust shattered. Even now, Mr. Du couldn’t help but begrudgingly acknowledge that if he were a young woman, he too might have been captivated by someone like Evan.

“Let’s talk to Abby later,” Mr. Du said after a pause. “If she wants to see him, let her decide. If not, we’ll have someone send him away. I just hate that the guy I thought would be my favorite son-in-law turned out like this.”

Mrs. Du chuckled dryly, though her disappointment lingered. “There are still plenty of good men out there,” Mr. Du continued with determination. “Maybe she’ll find someone even better than Evan. Her fellow apprentices are excellent. I wouldn’t mind seeing her end up with one of them.”

Mrs. Du shook her head. “She told me there’s no chance of that. She views them as brothers and nothing more. She keeps insisting we shouldn’t worry about her love life and that fate will come when it’s meant to. But how can we not worry? She’s our only daughter.”

As they walked further, the couple instinctively turned back to look at the gate. There stood Evan, still holding the bags of gifts he had brought. They watched as he carefully set them down, then hesitated for a moment before taking off his coat.

“He’s really doing it,” Mrs. Du murmured, a flicker of concern passing over her face.

Surprise and satisfaction crossed her face. Mr. Du nodded, his expression softening slightly. “I see it. Give it half an hour, and then have Abby come out.” The cold was merciless, but Evan’s willingness to endure it demonstrated a level of sincerity they hadn’t anticipated.

“We’re not trying to torture the boy,” Mr. Du said gruffly. “We didn’t yell, beat him, or even let the dogs loose. Making him stand outside without his coat for a bit? That’s nothing. He can handle it.” With that, the couple returned to the warmth of the house.

A short while later, Mrs. Du made her way upstairs and stopped at her daughter’s door. Raising her hand, she knocked gently. “Abby, are you awake?” she called out.

Inside, Abby stirred. She had been awake for a while but was still curled up in bed, savoring the rare chance to sleep in. She had planned to stay under the covers until lunchtime, but her mother’s voice made that impossible. Reluctantly, Abby threw off the blankets, slipped on her slippers, and shuffled to the door. As she opened it, she yawned and replied, “I’m up, Mom. What’s going on?”