Married at First Sight (Serenity and Zachary) novel Chapter 3939

Married At First Sight Chapter 3939 
Chapter 3939 
     
“Hmph.” 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 dogs on you.” Her voice was cold and filled with contempt. “Who do you think Abby is? Someone you can toy with when you feel like it? If you’re interested, you flirt with her. If not, you drop her like she means nothing. What do you think you are, the great Fourth Young Master York? Still chasing after the woman you claim to care about, but somehow failing miserably?” 
Her words dripped with sarcasm, cutting deeply as she made her disdain clear. 
Evan endured the insults without anger. He knew he had hurt Abby in the past. Whether she had taken him seriously or not, the truth remained—he had pursued her only to later declare he wasn’t interested. That alone had caused her pain, and it was a wrong he couldn’t undo. 
The Du family had every right to dislike him now. If they still treated him kindly, as they once did, 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 to her.” 
Before Mrs. Du could respond, Evan turned back to his car. He opened the door and pulled out the gifts he had carefully prepared, his arms soon full of bags big and small. He approached them again. 
“Uncle, Auntie, these are just small tokens of my apology.” 
Mr. Du sneered, his expression colder than the winter wind. “I don’t care for your gifts, Fourth Young Master York. Take them and leave. Get as far away as possible. You hurt my daughter, and we haven’t even begun to settle the score with you. Don’t think for a second that we’re afraid of you just because of your family name.” 
His voice grew louder, his anger more evident. “I don’t care if you’re the emperor or the president. You hurt my daughter, and I’ll make sure she gets justice.” 
Evan remained composed, though his face betrayed 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 scars. Although Abby hadn’t openly resented him, her refusal to visit Serenity in Wiltspoon made it clear she still hadn’t fully healed. He had damaged her confidence, her self-esteem—and that was entirely on him. 
“What are you apologizing to me for?” Mr. Du retorted, his face still hard. “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 hanging around, we won’t hesitate to let the dogs loose. Don’t blame us for what happens next.” 
Evan opened his mouth to reply, but Mr. Du had already turned to his wife. “Let’s go back inside, dear. It’s freezing out here.” 
The couple began walking away, but after a few steps, Mr. Du suddenly stopped. He turned back to Evan, a sharp glint in his eyes. 
“If you’re really serious about apologizing,” he said, his voice laced 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 let you see Abby.” 
Evan stood there, stunned. He had grown accustomed to Wiltspoon’s relatively mild winters. The icy winds and subzero temperatures of Huyoniville, however, were brutal and unforgiving. Standing outside in just a shirt for two hours wouldn’t kill him, but it would certainly push his limits. 
For a moment, he was speechless. The biting cold hit harder than he’d anticipated, the temperature easily plunging to double digits below freezing. Evan shivered, knowing this would be far from easy—but if it meant seeing Abby, he might not have a choice.