Chapter 4253

Chapter 4253

After discussing the matter with Evan’s parents, Zachary consented to Evan’s request and arranged for a butler to arrive in two days.

At that moment, Evan’s small home was quiet and dark, with no one inside.

Abby parked her car in front of the villa, leaned over, and searched through Evan’s pockets until she found a keyring in his right pocket.

She stepped out, unlocked the front gate, entered, and turned on the lights before going back to the car. After that, she drove into the villa’s driveway, parking near the entrance to assist Evan inside.

Evan appeared to be in a deep sleep, having not opened his eyes or spoken a word during the entire journey back.

Though Spencer had consumed the most alcohol, it was Evan—who had barely touched his drink—who was completely out of it.

Abby seriously suspected he was faking, but he was doing such a convincing job that she couldn’t find any flaws in his act.

How could a man who frequently attended business meetings and social events have such a low tolerance for alcohol?

“Evan, wake up. We’re home.”

Instead of immediately pulling him out of the car, Abby leaned in, patted his face, and gave him a gentle shake, trying to rouse him.

After a moment, Evan’s eyes slowly fluttered open.

“Abby.”

As soon as he saw her, he reached out and took her hand, his eyes shining. “Abby, I love you so much. I even dream about you. Abby, I love you. No matter how many names you have, you’re still you. Whether you’re Fox, Abby, or Bianca—it doesn’t matter. You’re the only one for me.”

Now that he was aware of all her identities, it made no difference to him. She was still his Abby.

Abby pulled her hand from his grasp and pinched his cheek, unimpressed.

“Yeah, yeah, you’re dreaming. Wake up already. In reality, I’m Abby, the second daughter of the Du family.”

“I’m not Fox, and I’m not Bianca,” Abby said.

Evan took her hand once more. “Abby, don’t lie to me. You’re Fox. You’re Bianca. You might have even more names I’m unaware of, but regardless, I love you. I’m sorry for what happened last year. I didn’t know… If I had known, I never would have let go of your hand. I didn’t mean to hurt you; I just didn’t want to mislead you while I was caught between two relationships. I thought I was doing the right thing, but I was wrong. Abby, you can hit me, yell at me—just don’t ignore me. Please, give me another chance. I promise I’ll never let go of your hand again.”

Abby stared at him for a long moment before finally responding, “Evan, you’re drunk. Can you even get out of the car by yourself? Come on, let’s get you inside. I need to go home; it’s late.”

“I didn’t drink that much. How could I be drunk?” He sniffed the air and frowned. “Wait, I smell like alcohol… Oh, right, I had a few drinks with Spencer. He was in a bad mood, so I kept him company. Where is Spencer?”

Evan sluggishly turned, pretending to search for Spencer in the back seat.

Abby said nothing. She simply stepped out of the car and allowed him to continue his little act.

Evan quietly sighed in relief when he didn’t find Spencer. His plan had succeeded.

Spencer had finally been sent home, and Abby was concerned enough to bring Evan back personally.

At some point during the drive, Evan had actually dozed off.