Married at First Sight (Serenity and Zachary) novel Chapter 3933

Married At First Sight Chapter 3933 
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 it for me.” His declaration was direct, almost bold. 
Still, Evan couldn’t completely dismiss his suspicions that Abby and Fox might be the same person. That possibility kept him glued to Abby’s every move. 
Abby might 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 be 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’d 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 picked had a 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 claim you’re not after Abby anymore, yet you’ve been watching her like a hawk. You even skipped celebrating New Year’s with your family just to keep tabs on her. 
“And now you want me to believe you’re not interested? Please. If you keep lying like this, no one’s going to take you seriously. Do you really think I’d fall for a man who spends his time spinning stories and sneaking around? Evan, save yourself the embarrassment and drop this act.” 
She stood, brushing off imaginary dust from her sleeve, and turned to leave. But after a few steps, she paused and looked back, her gaze piercing. 
“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 little more. 
“Right now, you’re just making yourself look bad. Even the elders in your family 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 been outstanding. Don’t be the one to tarnish that reputation.” 
Evan’s face turned red, the heat of embarrassment creeping up his neck. 
How did she know everything? 
She’d called him a thief—an obvious jab at his recent attempt to sneak into the Du family’s villa. He thought no one had seen him, yet she somehow knew about his failed climb over the wall. 
How was that even possible? 
Evan had fled back to his hotel after getting caught, 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 pull off. 
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 softer now. “What is it about me that’s so wrong? Tell me, and I’ll change. Just give me a chance.” 
Fox turned, her lips curving into a sly smile. “If you’re so 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 was quieter now, almost vulnerable. “We’ve known each other this long, and I still don’t even know who you really are.” 
Fox’s expression didn’t falter. “You’re not the only one who doesn’t know my name,” she replied coolly. 
She had so many aliases, so many identities. None of them led back to her true self. 
And she wasn’t about to let Evan—or anyone—get that close just yet.