Unmasking the Heiress (Evangeline and Walte) novel Chapter 383

Chapter 383 

+25 BONUS 

When Evangeline saw Walter hurt, the ache that hit her heart was like a sucker punch–unexpected and impossible to shake off. 

She questioned herself, was she really nagging for Walter’s sake? 

However, then, she locked eyes with Walter’s, which were deep pools of smoldering anger. 

“Evangeline, is there anything else you’re dying to tell me?” asked Walter, disbelief etched across his face. 

He could not wrap his head around it. She was so gentle when she touched his face, so caring in every little thing she did for him. So why did her words sting like there was not a shred of softness in them? “Huh?” Evangeline blinked, her hand freezing mid–wipe. “Is there supposed to be something else?” 

What more could she possibly have to say to Walter at that point? 

Right then, the click–clack of high heels on the wooden floor outside grew louder and more insistent, step by step. 

Just as the footsteps stopped, the person they belonged to had already made it to their room. 

“Evangeline, what brings you here?” 

Minnie’s eyes widened in feigned surprise as she glanced at Evangeline, but she did not take her seriously. With quick steps, she sidled up to Walter, all the while chattering away. “The servants told me this morning you were back, and I could barely believe it.” 

Minnie acted as if she belonged there, and when she saw the towel in Evangeline’s hand and Walter’s right hand still mid–air, half–wiped, she knew exactly what was going on. 

Right in front of them, Minnie reached out to Evangeline. “Evangeline, let me do this. You’re pregnant, for heaven’s sake, with a belly that big. You shouldn’t be doing this kind of work.” 

Evangeline’s lips twitched, but before she could say anything. Minnie grabbed the towel and started wiping Walter’s hand as if it was the most natural thing in the world. Evangeline stayed silent, watching the emotionless Walter, even as the air crackled with tension between Minnie and her. 

His indifference was more cutting than any words, deepening Evangeline’s sorrow. She made a silent vow to herself–if she bothered with Walter again, she would be less than human. 

As if on cue, Minnie twisted the knife, pouting, “Look at our Walter, completely clueless about how to treat a lady. At the end of the day, we women get each other, don’t we, Evangeline?” 

While they were talking, Minnie cleaned Walter’s hands until they were spotless. Her eyes sparkled with too much pride, making them look deeper and more meaningful. The slight upturn of her lips made her delight even more obvious. 

In that room, where there was no actual smoke or gunfire but the tension was thicker than on any battlefield, Minnie’s behavior was a clear challenge to Evangeline!