Serenity and Zachary York novel Chapter 3938

Married At First Sight Chapter 3938
Chapter 3938

Mrs. Du’s eyes lit up at her husband’s suggestion. “That’s a brilliant idea! But we don’t need Abby’s cousins to step in. Our Abby is exceptional, and there’s no shortage of men interested in her. We just need to spread the word that we’re planning to marry her off next year. Her admirers will practically line up and launch their campaigns to win her over.”
In the eyes of her parents, Abby was nothing short of perfect.
And she truly was remarkable. Otherwise, the matriarch of the York family wouldn’t have handpicked her.
“I’ll go outside and take a look,” Mrs. Du said, unable to sit still.
She stood and straightened her posture, already imagining the scathing words she’d unleash on the fourth young master of the York family.
“I’ll go with you,” Mr. Du offered, setting his newspaper aside.
His concern wasn’t unwarranted. His wife had once been very impressed with Evan, and truthfully, so had he.
After all, the York family name carried immense weight in Wiltspoon, and their reputation was nothing short of stellar. Everyone in Huyoniville knew the York men were not only loyal but utterly devoted in marriage.
When a York married, it was for life.
For any woman, the York family was a dream in-law household, and families with daughters often fantasized about their daughters marrying into the Yorks—or at least marrying someone with their same level of loyalty and dedication.
Mrs. Du huffed softly in agreement, and the couple hurried toward the front gate.

Evan’s car was parked just outside the Du family mansion.
He had switched vehicles to avoid being recognized by the guards, even though he had already covered the license plate and logo on his usual car the night before.
After successfully sneaking in and out last night without being detected, he had removed the covers—but for good measure, he opted for a different car this time.
The last thing he wanted was for Abby’s parents to find out about his less-than-noble actions. If Abby did agree to marry him someday, they’d be his in-laws. He couldn’t let them know he’d once tried sneaking into their home like a common thief.
His car was loaded with gifts—an attempt to show his sincerity.
When you’ve offended someone’s entire family, he thought wryly, you don’t show up empty-handed.
Truthfully, Evan knew the Du family could have made his life miserable after what happened, but they hadn’t. He suspected it was because Abby had asked them to let it go. She had always been calm and composed, someone who knew how to carry herself with dignity.
That was one of the things he admired most about her.
He wondered if Abby would be willing to see him today.
As he sat in the car, memories of the past came rushing back—the way he had pursued her half a year ago, hoping to build a connection and stir up genuine feelings. But despite his efforts, he hadn’t fallen in love with her. Instead, he had played with her emotions, only to walk away once her heart had begun to open to him.
The shame of his actions burned on his face.
He didn’t deserve her forgiveness, and if she refused to see him, he wouldn’t blame her.
If he were in her shoes, he’d probably let the family dog chase him off the property.

After a few moments of waiting, Evan spotted two figures walking toward him—Mr. and Mrs. Du.
He recognized them immediately. They had been nothing but kind to him in the past, especially Mrs. Du, who had treated him as if he were already her son-in-law.
That kindness only deepened his guilt.
Before they reached him, Evan stepped out of the car.
He stood at the gate, his posture respectful, and watched as the couple approached.
“Uncle, Aunt,” Evan greeted politely, bowing his head slightly in acknowledgment.
Mr. Du’s expression hardened as he frowned and let out a cold snort.
Mrs. Du, her tone dripping with sarcasm, turned to her husband. “Husband, could you please confirm what kind of wind is blowing today? It seems to have carried the illustrious fourth young master of the York family to our doorstep!” Her words were sharp and laced with irony.
Evan, however, kept his composure, maintaining a pleasant smile. “Auntie, it’s the north wind,” he replied evenly.
The cold wind bit through the air, its sharp chill perfectly matching the icy tension in the moment.