Serenity and Zachary York novel Chapter 3942

Married At First Sight Chapter 3942
Chapter 3942

Abby smiled reassuringly at her mother. “Don’t worry, Mom. If I ever fall in love again, I’ll take my time—years, even—before I even think about marriage. I’m really not in any rush.”
Mrs. Du smiled, her confidence in her daughter evident. “I know you’ll make the right choice.”
Her daughter, after all, was no ordinary young woman. Abby had been raised and trained by a hermit, a master known as Silver Fox. Mrs. Du often felt a pang of guilt for not being more present in Abby’s upbringing, but her daughter’s strength, independence, and skills were all thanks to her master.
Then Mrs. Du’s tone shifted. “But there’s something I need to tell you—Evan’s here. He’s standing outside our house. He said he wants to see you.”
Abby’s expression didn’t betray her inner thoughts, though she feigned surprise. “What? What’s he doing here?” she asked, her voice tinged with mock confusion.
Mrs. Du huffed. “Who knows? He didn’t give us an explanation, just insisted he wanted to see you. After what he did to you—playing with your feelings like that—your father and I have every reason to be furious. We’ve been holding back for your sake, but now he shows up at our door? It’s not that simple.”
Abby didn’t say anything, but she wasn’t exactly eager to see Evan either.
Mrs. Du continued, her voice firm. “Your father told him to take off his coat and stand outside for two hours. If he’s sincere enough to do that, I told your dad I’d come up here and let you know.”
Abby’s eyebrows shot up in disbelief. “Mom, it’s freezing out there! Even with a heavy coat, he’d still be cold. But without one? How is he supposed to survive in this weather? It’s below ten degrees—and windy!”
Mrs. Du remained calm. “Your father wasn’t being unreasonable. He just wanted to test his sincerity. If Evan’s willing to endure it, we’ll let him in. He won’t actually freeze to death. At worst, he’ll catch a cold.”
Abby shook her head and stood abruptly. “I’m going out there. If something happens to him, and it creates bad blood between our families, it won’t end well. We can’t afford to turn the York family into our enemy—not over this. Even Master would feel terrible about causing problems with Grandma York.”
Her voice softened as she added, “And… I don’t want anything bad to happen to Evan,
either.”
Mrs. Du didn’t argue. “Fine, but put on a coat before you go.”
Abby grabbed her warmest coat, slipped on her boots, and headed out. Mrs. Du watched her leave, knowing Evan was probably shivering uncontrollably by now.
And she wasn’t wrong.
Evan was trembling violently as the cold wind whipped around him, biting through his layers and leaving him with numb fingers and purple lips. The wind felt like tiny knives cutting across his face, and his body shook uncontrollably as he tried to keep himself upright.
His teeth chattered, and every breath felt like ice in his lungs. He wondered if he’d even make it the full two hours. Would I really turn into an ice sculpture if I stayed here? he thought grimly.
Then, through the haze of cold, he saw her.
Abby was walking toward him. Even from a distance, she looked calm and composed, her figure illuminated by the warm glow of the house behind her.
Evan’s heart leaped despite the cold. She came out. She actually came out.
“Second Miss,” the security guard greeted Abby with a respectful nod as she passed.
Abby nodded back before stopping in front of Evan. Without a word, she picked up the coat he had discarded and tossed it to him.
“Put this on before you freeze to death,” she said flatly. “We’re not in the business of covering funeral costs.”
Evan didn’t immediately put the coat on, his frozen lips struggling to form words. “Your… your father said… two hours,” he stammered, his voice shaky and barely audible over the wind.
Abby frowned. “Do you want to see me or not?” she asked. “I’m standing right here. You don’t need to prove anything to my dad. Put the coat on and come inside.”
When Evan hesitated, Abby’s tone softened just a little. “Seriously, Evan. If you keep this up, you’ll end up in the hospital, and my parents will end up in trouble with the York family. Nobody wants that.”
Evan finally relented, slipping the coat back on with shaking hands.
“Follow me,” Abby said, her voice calm but firm. “Let’s get you inside.”
As they walked toward the house, Abby thought about asking the kitchen to prepare a hot bowl of ginger soup. He’d need it—something to warm him up before they talked.