Married at First Sight (Serenity and Zachary) novel Chapter 3946

 
Married At First Sight Chapter 3946-3950 
Chapter 3946 
     
How many couples start out deeply in love, only to drift apart and never see each other again? 
People often say love lasts forever, but how many truly stand the test of time? 
Evan hesitated, the words caught in his throat. 
How could he tell her that he suspected she was Fox? 
It was just a hunch—he didn’t have any 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 rehash it. I don’t blame you. Matters of the heart should always be mutual—you can’t force these things. Forced feelings are like forcing a melon to ripen. It won’t taste sweet.” 
She paused, her voice calm but firm. “It’s been months, and I’ve moved on. Honestly, I’m grateful you were upfront with me. Back then, I was just infatuated with you. But after your explanation, I realized I needed to let go. And I did.” 
Evan looked 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 said 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? I mean, 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 break your legs for sure.” 
She chuckled at the mental image of the old lady swinging her cane at him. 
Abby leaned forward slightly, her tone turning serious. “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, folding her arms. “Why are you staring at me like that? I haven’t sought you out, and we haven’t even 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. But now 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 me feel like you’re trying to rekindle something. 
But I have to ask—who’s Fox? And why on earth do you think I’m either of the people you just mentioned?” 
Abby’s mind raced, though she kept her expression calm. Why does he think I’m Fox? Did he find something out? Or did someone tell him? 
It didn’t make sense—very few people knew about her secret personas. Even her family was in the dark about her various identities. 
Which is why Grandma York is such a mystery, Abby thought to herself. I’ve never even met her, yet somehow, she figured me out. And if she knows but hasn’t told Evan… what does that mean? 
Evan, unaware of her internal musings, reached for the bowl of ginger soup. 
Determined to gather his courage, he forced himself to drink most of it, despite the spicy burn that made his eyes water. 
Abby watched him with mild amusement. 
When he finally set the bowl down, she quipped, “Didn’t you just say you hate spicy food? A minute ago, you looked like you’d rather face the guillotine than drink that soup. Now you’re over here downing it like a champ. 
What’s going on, Evan? Are you about to launch into some kind of long, dramatic speech? Should I grab some snacks and settle in?” 
Her teasing smile only deepened 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.”