Married at First Sight (Serenity and Zachary) novel Chapter 3930

Married At First Sight Chapter 3930 
Chapter 3930 
     
When Abby returned to Wiltspoon as Bianca, it wasn’t for Evan. She had her own mission—she was there for her master, not him. 
She hadn’t expected Evan to notice her again after just a few months. This time, though, he wasn’t bold or direct. Instead, he lurked in the shadows, watching her every move, observing her like a hunter tracking his prey. 
Did he think Abby didn’t know? 
She knew. And she couldn’t help but wonder—what exactly was Evan up to? 
Was he trying to pursue her again, now that he suspected she was Abby? 
Weren’t the men of the York family supposed to be loyal to their partners, bound by a devotion that lasted a lifetime? That was their reputation, wasn’t it? So why didn’t Evan live up to it? Why was he chasing her again after walking away? 
It was clear to Abby that he was only here because he couldn’t win Fox over. 
“I came here for you,” Evan said, his voice unusually sincere. 
He was telling the truth—or at least part of it. Even though he wasn’t entirely sure who she was, he’d come to find out. Was she Abby? Bianca? Or someone else entirely? 
Evan studied her face closely. She didn’t resemble Abby at all—there were no obvious similarities. But then there were those little habits, those subtle gestures that reminded him of Bianca. 
His suspicion had grown when Bianca left Wiltspoon. So much so that he’d even enlisted Camryn to help invite Bianca to Wildridge Manor. But his attempts to uncover the truth had failed. And now, here he was, still searching, still unsure. 
Deep down, he feared what he might find. What if Bianca wasn’t Fox? What if his grandmother discovered his interest in Bianca and tried to force a match between them? And worst of all, what if Fox found out? That would end any chance he had with her. 
Evan finally spoke again, his tone laced with longing. “It’s the New Year. All my brothers are paired off with their wives or the women they’re chasing. The ones who haven’t succeeded yet at least have Grandma’s deadline to give them some breathing room. 
But me? I let Grandma down. I failed her arrangement, and now I can’t even face her. 
“So I came here—to you. 
“Fox, every time we meet, we clash. But even through all that, you’ve found a way into my heart. What I feel for you is real. It’s love. Fox, will you tell me your name? Where you live?” 
His confession hung in the air, raw and unguarded. 
But Fox only smiled. Her expression was calm, her cheeks unflushed. Her eyes betrayed nothing, no emotion, no flicker of affection. 
Evan felt a pang of déjà vu. He remembered the way Abby used to look at him in the beginning—so indifferent, so unaffected. Over time, her gaze had softened. After months of being around him, there had been moments when her eyes betrayed hints of fondness. 
And yet, he hadn’t fallen for Abby. No matter how good she was, no matter how much affection she’d shown, his mind had always wandered back to Fox—the woman in red. 
He remembered the panic he felt then, realizing he couldn’t reciprocate Abby’s feelings. He had fled Huyoniville, not wanting to hurt her further. But when she had tracked him down in Wiltspoon, he’d been forced to be honest. 
“It’s not you,” he’d told her. “It’s me.” 
Now, Fox’s voice broke his reverie, sharp and unwavering. “There’s more than one man who likes me. Do I owe all of them my name? I’ll only share my real name with the man I care about. Why should I tell it to someone I don’t like? 
“Evan, you stole my things and now claim you like me? You just want to keep them for yourself, don’t you? Then you’ll call them a ‘token of love.’ I’ve seen how shameless you can be.” 
Evan didn’t flinch. Instead, he laughed, unbothered by her accusation. “Of course, my beloved is sharp—just as clever as I am. We’re the perfect match.” 
Fox rolled her eyes, her patience running thin. 
This man had no shame. 
Months ago, he’d stood before her and declared he couldn’t love her, no matter how hard he tried. He’d apologized, even urged her to stop pursuing him. 
And now here he was, spinning the same old story, pretending as though he hadn’t shattered her self-esteem the first time around. 
He’d been the first man to capture her attention, but his rejection had cut deep. As the second Miss Du, she carried herself with pride. Did he think she didn’t have her own dignity? 
She’d moved on—or so she told herself. But Evan, with his persistence and his shameless charm, made it hard to forget.