Chapter 3946-3950

Married At First Sight Chapters 3946-3950
Chapter 3946
How many couples begin their journey deeply in love, only to drift apart and never see each other again?
People often claim that love lasts forever, but how many truly endure the test of time?
Evan hesitated as the words caught in his throat.
How could he tell her he suspected she might be Fox?
It was merely a hunch—he had no proof.
Under Abby’s steady gaze, Evan took a deep breath, steeling himself. Finally, he said, “I
came here to apologize to you.”
Abby raised an eyebrow, her expression unreadable. “Apologize? Evan, you already
explained everything last time and apologized then. There’s no need to go over it again. I don’t
blame you. Matters of the heart must always be mutual—you can’t force them.
Forced feelings are like trying to make a melon ripen prematurely; it won’t taste sweet.”
She paused, her voice calm yet firm. “It’s been months, and I’ve moved on. Honestly,
I appreciate your honesty. Back then, I was simply infatuated with you. But
after your explanation, I realized I needed to let go. And I did.”
Evan appeared uncomfortable, shifting slightly in his seat. “Abby, it’s not about that. I’ve
been… well, I’ve been following you lately.”
“Following me?” Abby feigned surprise, tilting her head. “Why would you do that? What
on earth did I do to make you follow me?”
She tapped her chin, pretending to think, then added, “Actually, now that I think about
it—my wolfhound wouldn’t stop barking last night. The security guard mentioned there
might’ve been a thief, but they couldn’t catch anyone. That wasn’t you, was it?”
Evan’s face turned bright red, and he looked away.
Abby’s eyes widened in mock astonishment. “Oh my God, it was you! Evan, do you
realize how dangerous that is? If my wolfhound had

“Actually bitten you—what then? We can’t exactly replace you with another grandson for your grandmother, can we? And let’s not forget, if Grandma York found out about this, she’d definitely break your legs,” she chuckled at the mental image of the old lady swinging her cane at him.

Abby leaned in slightly, her tone shifting to seriousness. “But seriously, Evan, why were you following me? What could possibly be so important that you’d risk being mistaken for a thief?”

Evan looked at her intently, his eyes searching hers. Abby leaned back, crossing her arms. “Why are you staring at me like that? I haven’t sought you out, and we haven’t seen each other in months.”

“Abby…” Evan hesitated before finally blurting out, “Are you… is it you? Are you Fox? And Bianca?”

Abby’s lips curled into a small smile. “Evan, you used to call me ‘Abby’ when we were kids. Now that I’m in my twenties—if you round up, I’m practically thirty—calling me ‘Bianca’ feels a bit strange, don’t you think? It makes it seem like you’re trying to rekindle something.

But I have to ask—who’s Fox? And why do you think I’m either of those people you just mentioned?”

Abby’s mind raced, though she maintained a calm expression. Why does he think I’m Fox? Did he discover something? Or did someone tell him?

It didn’t make sense; very few people knew about her secret identities. Even her family was unaware of her various personas.

That’s why Grandma York is such a mystery, Abby thought. I’ve never even met her, yet she somehow figured me out. And if she knows but hasn’t told Evan… what does that imply?

Unaware of her internal thoughts, Evan reached for the bowl of ginger soup. Mustering his courage, he forced himself to drink most of it.

he’s just a master of deception?” Despite the spicy burn that made his eyes water, Evan continued to eat. Abby watched him with mild amusement. When he finally set the bowl down, she teased, “Didn’t you just say you hate spicy food? A minute ago, you looked as if you’d rather face the guillotine than drink that soup. Now you’re here devouring it like a champ. What’s going on, Evan? Are you about to launch into a long, dramatic speech? Should I grab some snacks and settle in?” Her teasing smile widened as she leaned forward, adding, “If this is going to be a whole thing, I might need some melon seeds to munch on while I listen.”

Evan leaned back in his chair and replied, “Can you get me something to eat? I’m feeling a little hungry.” Without hesitation, Abby called the butler. “Bring a pot of tea and some of my usual snacks,” she instructed. When the tea arrived, Abby poured Evan a cup and placed it in front of him. “Go ahead,” she said with a faint smirk. “Start spinning your stories.”

Evan’s expression turned serious. “Abby, I’m not making anything up. Tell me the truth—are you Fox?” She met his gaze, her tone light but edged with annoyance. “Evan, I’ve already told you. I have no idea who Fox is. The only foxes I know live in zoos. If you keep asking me this, I’ll start to think you’re calling me a vixen.”

Evan chuckled faintly but continued. “Fox isn’t just an animal. It’s a nickname. It refers to someone clever, cunning, and deceitful—someone who’s a master of disguise. She uses multiple aliases and keeps changing her identity, making everyone believe there are many different people, but it’s always her.” Abby raised an eyebrow, a spark of curiosity flickering in her eyes. “Is that so? And you think…

“Am I really this mysterious, deceitful fox? Do you have any evidence to support this theory of yours?”

“I don’t have any proof,” Evan admitted.

Abby gently set her teacup down. “Without evidence, you’re just making unfounded accusations and spreading rumors that could damage my reputation.”

Evan paused before responding, carefully studying her. His silence was laden with unexpressed thoughts. Finally, he said, “My sister-in-law once suggested that I hadn’t considered the possibility that you were Fox. My brother is astute—if he shared such a suspicion with her, it must mean he had doubts.”

He continued, his voice softening, “Then there’s my grandmother. She kept warning me not to regret my choices. If you’re not Fox, if you’re truly the woman I’ve fallen for, I should be open and honest with you. But if that’s the case, what regrets could I possibly have? I’m a loyal person, Abby. When I love, I love for life.”

Abby took a sip of her tea, her expression calm and unreadable. After a moment, she set the cup down and met his gaze. “Serenity and I are close friends,” she began. “She was aware of my feelings for you from the start. Perhaps she wanted to play matchmaker, to bring us together and help me marry into your family as her sister-in-law.”

“Have you considered that she might have intentionally misled you? Maybe she wanted you to believe I’m this Fox woman to guide you toward me. And regarding your grandmother? Naturally, she would want to make sure you don’t regret turning down someone she worked hard to choose as your wife. That’s completely normal.”

Abby’s tone sharpened. “But even if you came to me now and said you liked me, Evan, I wouldn’t be with you. I’ve been hurt.”

“Before, and I’m not about to fall into the same trap twice.” Her gaze penetrated him. “You’re fixated on this Fox. For whatever reason, you can’t pursue her, so after Serenity’s little hints, you came to me, thinking I’d still be waiting for you. You assumed it would be easy to win me back. Is that correct?”

Evan struggled to find the words to reply. Serenity’s hints had been subtle, never explicit declarations. Yet, here he was, grasping at straws without any concrete evidence to back his suspicions.

Breaking the silence, Evan asked, “Abby, would it be alright if I looked in your closet?”

She raised an amused eyebrow. “Of course. If that’s what you want, I’ll take you upstairs right now.”

Abby knew how to play her role well. If Fox had left any traces—like those distinctive red clothes—Abby had concealed them flawlessly.

Evan hesitated. He couldn’t just rummage through her belongings without a solid lead. What did he even expect to find?

Abby’s willingness to let him look made him doubt himself. He finally shook his head.

“You’re not going to check?” Abby asked, a hint of mockery in her tone. “Then stop accusing me of being Fox. Honestly, I envy her. She has your full attention and loyalty. You’d do anything for her. It’s enough to make anyone jealous.”

Her words hung in the air, leaving Evan caught between doubt and determination.

Evan had no proof, and Abby wouldn’t confess to being Fox no matter how directly he confronted her. Still, the thought of Evan doing everything for another woman filled Abby with envy—even though the woman he truly loved was her.

“Evan,” she asked, her voice soft yet tinged with pain, “are you really going to…”

“Should I keep pursuing her? Is there something about me that isn’t good enough?” Abby found herself questioning why Evan hadn’t fallen for her when she was simply herself, without the mask of Fox. Why did only the illusion of another identity manage to capture his heart?

Evan let out a deep sigh, his voice softening with sincerity. “Abby, you’re incredible. Truly, you are. You’re kind, intelligent, and beautiful. But…” He paused, searching for the right words. “I don’t deserve you.”

His expression grew serious as he continued, “You’re not any less than Fox in any way. Honestly, I don’t even know why I fell for her. Maybe it’s because I kept dreaming about her—over and over again. In those dreams, she was the woman who enchanted me. And then, one day, I met her in reality.

“If you want to understand why I fell in love with Fox instead of you, all I can say is… I think I fell for her in my dreams. And when those dreams became real, my feelings felt inevitable.”

Abby froze, momentarily stunned by his confession.

Evan continued, “To be honest, I didn’t meet Fox in real life until after I started spending time with you. I knew my grandmother had chosen you for me. She believed we were a perfect match in every way. At first, I tried to resist the allure of my dreams. I trusted my grandmother’s judgment.

“I really tried, Abby. I did everything I could to pursue you, to care for you, to build something genuine between us. I thought that if I put in the effort, love would develop naturally. But after two or three months, I realized I couldn’t stop thinking about Fox.

“I could envision us as friends—good friends—but I couldn’t force the kind of love I felt in my dreams. That’s when I knew I had to be honest with you. It wasn’t fair to either of us to keep pretending. Abby, no matter what…”

“I was wrong to handle things the way I did, and I owe you a sincere apology,” Evan said, pausing as regret weighed heavily on him. “You deserve someone who loves you completely, and I know that man is out there—someone better than me, someone who will cherish you as you deserve.”

Yet, he thought silently, that man would never be him—unless Abby was Fox, the woman he couldn’t stop loving.

Abby had firmly denied being Fox. She even suggested that Evan’s sister-in-law, Serenity, had misled him, implying that Abby was Fox just to bring them together. But Evan couldn’t accept that idea; he knew Serenity too well. She wasn’t the type to manipulate him like that.

From the start, Evan had made it clear: he was a one-woman man, loyal to the core. Serenity understood that. If she knew he was hopelessly in love with Fox, why would she try to match him with Abby? More likely, Serenity believed Abby deserved better than someone whose heart belonged elsewhere.

Evan’s mind spun with doubts and possibilities. If Serenity hadn’t lied to him, then Abby must be the one deceiving him. But without evidence, there was little he could do. Still, he wasn’t ready to give up. He decided to turn to the one person who might hold the truth—his grandmother.

If she didn’t reveal whether Abby was Fox or Bianca, he would make her life miserable. He’d follow her everywhere, pestering her until she relented. Evan smirked bitterly at the thought. His grandmother loved drama; she probably enjoyed watching him struggle, hoping to see him grovel his way back into Abby’s heart.

The more he considered it, the clearer it became. His grandmother likely knew everything. She just wanted to teach him a lesson by allowing him to make mistakes, hurt Abby, and then scramble to make things right once he realized his error.

realized the truth. The realization caused Evan’s chest to tighten. If Abby truly was Fox, the path ahead would be anything but easy. Winning her back would be more challenging than anything he had ever faced—more difficult even than the time his eldest brother had to win back his wife after his lies were uncovered. Evan let out a bitter laugh to himself. If Abby was indeed Fox, then his future was clear: he was destined to pursue her to the ends of the earth, even if it meant enduring hell to earn her forgiveness.

After deciding to plead with his grandmother, Evan didn’t linger at the Du family estate. Before he left, however, Abby gently persuaded him to reluctantly pinch his nose and drink the bowl of ginger soup she had prepared for him. She personally walked him to the door of the villa to see him off.

“Evan, make sure to see a doctor when you get home,” she reminded him, her tone both firm and caring. “Take some medicine and rest for a few days. Don’t neglect it—you wouldn’t want this to turn into something worse.” Abby followed him outside mainly to ensure he wouldn’t overlook his health. She understood that generally healthy people often underestimate how quickly a minor illness can escalate.

Evan offered her a faint smile. “I’ll take care of it. If I feel worse, I’ll see a doctor. You don’t have to worry about me, Abby. If I do get sick because of what happened today, it’s my own fault. I won’t blame anyone else.” He assumed Abby was worried he would hold a grudge against her uncle for making him stand outside in the cold. Beyond that, he didn’t dare to hope that her concern signified anything more.

Abby smiled softly. “Please send my regards to Grandma York and Sister Serenity. When Serenity has her baby, I’ll come visit her.”

long time. And now you’re feeling sorry for him? You’re too soft-hearted, Abby!”

Abby sighed, rolling her eyes. “Dad, I appreciate you looking out for me, but I can handle it. Evan’s not worth all this fuss.”

Mr. Du shook his head, still unconvinced. “You may think that now, but I know how these things can go. Just remember, he’s the one who caused you pain in the first place. You deserve better.”

Her mother chimed in, trying to lighten the mood. “Let’s not dwell on Evan right now. We should focus on celebrating the new babies instead! How are the gifts for Serenity and Jasmine?”

Abby smiled at the change of topic. “I’ve already picked out some thoughtful gifts for both of them. Once the babies arrive and their one-month celebrations come around, I plan to attend the banquets and deliver the presents personally.”

Her father raised an eyebrow. “You’re still committed to those friendships, huh? Even if you’re not officially part of the York family?”

“Of course!” Abby asserted. “Friendships require effort to thrive, and I want to maintain mine with Serenity and the others. Strong bonds can fade without care.”

Mr. Du nodded, albeit reluctantly. “Well, if that’s your choice, I’ll support you. Just be cautious.”

“Thanks, Dad,” Abby replied with a warm smile. She felt grateful for her parents’ concern as she settled into the sofa, ready to enjoy the evening with them.

It has been a long time. Since you wouldn’t allow me to touch him, I had to make him stand outside. However, he didn’t have to listen to me! He could have just walked away—who told him he had to obey me? Mr. Du genuinely believed that two hours of standing in the cold was a light punishment. If it weren’t for the York family’s influence, he would have done far worse to Evan—perhaps even broken his legs—to ensure he would never pursue his daughter again.

Abby shook her head with a soft sigh. “Dad, we can’t force someone to have feelings they don’t. If Evan doesn’t love me, you can’t change that. At least he was honest when he realized he didn’t have those feelings. He didn’t lead me on or waste my time. That’s more than some people do.

“Some individuals lack the courage to face the truth. They cling to a relationship while secretly waiting for something better. When they find it, they think a simple ‘sorry’ will make everything okay. That kind of behavior is far worse. At least Evan didn’t do that.”

Her father frowned but remained silent. He could tell from her words—and the way she defended Evan—that his daughter still had feelings for him. This wasn’t surprising. Falling in love was easy, but forgetting someone you loved was an entirely different challenge.

His daughter, innocent and inexperienced in matters of the heart, had fallen for someone as complicated as Evan. To her father, Abby was like a blank canvas, easily influenced by a master painter who knew exactly how to draw her in. Evan, of course, would disagree with that assessment.

The truth was straightforward: Abby was the only woman Evan had ever pursued.

Married At First Sight Chapter 3950
Chapter 3950
Evan suspected that Abby and Fox were the same person. If that were true, then she was the only one.

the woman he had ever genuinely pursued.
“He was out there freezing for over half an hour. Do you think he’ll be alright?” Mr. Du inquired, his voice reflecting both concern and sarcasm.
Mrs. Du replied with a touch of amusement, “Abby had the butler prepare a bowl of ginger soup for him before he left. Knowing that Evan doesn’t enjoy spicy food, she made sure the butler added extra ginger—probably too much. The butler mentioned that Abby insisted he drink it before he set off.”
Abby’s father snorted. “He got off easy.”
Abby rolled her eyes but chose not to respond.
“Abby,” Mr. Du urged, leaning forward, “why did Evan come to see you? Was he trying to reconcile? If he’s here to win you back, don’t make it easy for him. Let him work for it—make him pursue you for at least two years before you even consider it. Things that are too easily obtained are seldom appreciated. Make him earn it.”
Abby sighed and shook her head. “Mom, Dad, you’re both overthinking this. Evan didn’t come here to seek reconciliation. He came to inquire about another woman—his so-called sweetheart. He believes I know where she is.”
The atmosphere in the room immediately shifted. Both of her parents’ expressions turned icy.
“He actually came here to ask about another woman?” Mr. Du’s voice took on a sharp edge. “That boy has some nerve! I should have made him stand outside shirtless for half the day instead of just half an hour.”
Mrs. Du murmured indignantly, “I shouldn’t have wasted so much ginger in that soup. One small piece would have sufficed. Why make it easier for him to recover?”
Abby laughed at their reactions. “Actually, the woman he was asking about was me.”
Mr. Du stared at her, momentarily speechless.
Mrs. Du blinked in surprise, tilting her head in curiosity. “Wait, what? Abby, what do you mean?

“Evan’s sweetheart is you? How could he not know that?” Abby explained, “Back in the day, when I was traveling and working undercover, I had several aliases. One of them was ‘Hundred Changes Fox.’ Evan fell in love with Fox but didn’t realize that Fox and I are the same person. So technically, he’s been in love with me all along—just a version of me wearing a ‘mask.'”

Mr. and Mrs. Du exchanged glances, their expressions a mix of surprise and amusement. They always knew their daughter wasn’t as reserved and proper as she appeared, but they hadn’t realized the extent of her secret adventures—or her collection of aliases.

“And Evan hasn’t figured it out yet?” Mr. Du asked.

Abby sighed. “If he had, do you think we’d be in this situation? He has his suspicions, but he lacks proof. Grandma York and Serenity probably know the truth, but they’re keeping it to themselves, just sitting back and enjoying the drama.”

Her father frowned. “Didn’t they say you were a master of disguise? How did Old Lady York figure it out? When did she decide you were a potential match for Evan? My precious daughter, secretly chosen to be someone’s granddaughter-in-law, and no one thought to tell me!”

The realization made Mr. Du shake his head. “That Old Lady York is sharp. She’s not just wise—she’s downright intimidating.”

Mrs. Du agreed. “None of the women she’s chosen for her grandsons have been ordinary. They’re all remarkable in their own ways. It’s clear she’s planning to strengthen the York family even further by bringing in daughters-in-law who can hold their own.”

“With nine grandsons and such careful matchmaking, the York family’s future in-laws will only enhance their connections and increase their power. The York Corporation will continue to thrive.”

The influence is growing and will continue to rise.” Mr. Du nodded thoughtfully. “It’s clear why the York family is so prosperous. With a matriarch as cunning and strategic as Old Lady York leading them, they are sure to remain at the top.”