Serenity and Zachary York novel Chapter 3928

Married At First Sight Chapter 3928
Chapter 3928

Evan carefully climbed over the wall, his heart racing with anticipation. Just as he prepared to jump down, his breath caught in his throat. Standing below him, side by side, were several wolfhounds, their sharp eyes locked on him.
His stomach dropped. If he had leaped without looking, those dogs would’ve torn him apart in seconds.
The wolfhounds didn’t bark. They stood still, watching him like predators sizing up their prey. Clearly, they were expertly trained to wait until the intruder landed before launching their attack.
For a tense moment, it was just Evan and the dogs, locked in a silent standoff.
“Why do people always go for wolfhounds?” he muttered under his breath, his voice barely audible.
It wasn’t unusual for wealthy families in Wiltspoon to keep aggressive dogs like wolfhounds or even Tibetan mastiffs for security. These animals were kept leashed during the day but allowed to roam freely at night to protect the property.
Evan weighed his options, but he wasn’t confident he could take on multiple wolfhounds unarmed. Deciding it wasn’t worth the risk, he backed away and scrambled over the wall to retreat.
Unfortunately, his escape wasn’t quiet enough.
The wolfhounds, realizing their “intruder” was fleeing, erupted into furious barking, their deep, echoing howls shattering the quiet night.
Their noise alerted the Du family. Two male workers responsible for the dogs arrived quickly, scanning the area. Though they didn’t catch Evan, the sight of the wolfhounds barking at the top of the wall made it clear that someone had tried to sneak in.
“Someone had the nerve to climb our wall?” one of the workers muttered, shaking his head in disbelief.
The Du family villa wasn’t just guarded by wolfhounds. It had a team of highly trained bodyguards and an extensive security system. Anyone foolish enough to break in wouldn’t get far.
The worker wasted no time alerting the security team. Moments later, guards rushed outside and spotted a figure darting toward a car parked in the distance.
They gave chase, but Evan was already too far ahead. He managed to escape, but the guards were now certain someone had attempted a break-in.
Half an hour later, Evan returned to his hotel, his pulse finally slowing.
The day after tomorrow was New Year’s Eve, and the hotel was buzzing with guests from all over. Most were tourists, here to celebrate the holiday. Evan blended in effortlessly, his attire casual and unassuming—nothing about him suggested he’d just narrowly escaped being caught sneaking into the Du family villa.
Calm and composed, he made his way back to his room. Sliding his key card into the door, he pushed it open and stepped inside.
The room was dark. As he reached for the card slot to turn on the lights, he froze.
Someone was sitting at the desk.
Startled, Evan instinctively took a step back, his first thought being that he’d entered the wrong room. But no, that wasn’t possible—his key card had unlocked the door. This was his room.
Sliding the card into the slot, the lights flickered on, illuminating the figure at the desk.
It was her.
Fox.
She sat there, her posture relaxed but commanding. Her signature red coat draped over her, its vibrant hue stark against the cold, muted tones of the hotel room.
Winter in Huyoniville was bitterly cold, and she was dressed for the weather. Yet Evan couldn’t help but remember the summer, when she wore flowing red dresses that gave her an ethereal, almost otherworldly beauty. He had been captivated by her from the moment he saw her, unable to pull himself back from the edge.
That red—it was seared into his memory.
He’d abandoned the safe, well-paved path his grandmother had laid out for him, choosing instead to chase after this mysterious woman. A year had passed, and he still didn’t even know her real name.
His grandmother had made it clear: if he couldn’t secure a wife by the end of the year, he shouldn’t bother coming home for the New Year.
Evan had brushed her off, insisting he didn’t care. But deep down, he had wanted to figure out the truth—whether Abby was Fox—and that desire had driven him here, to Huyoniville, sacrificing the chance to reunite with his family for the holidays.
And now, here she was.
Sitting in his hotel room.
Evan’s pulse quickened. He didn’t know whether to feel relieved, angry, or awestruck. One thing was certain—this was going to be a conversation he wouldn’t soon forget.