Unmasking the Heiress (Evangeline and Walte) novel Chapter 397

Chapter 397 

Chapter 397 

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Evangeline’s attention, however, quickly switched to Alex sitting across from her. 

“Isn’t fate strange, Alex? We step out for coffee and bump into friends.” She chuckled. 

Alex shifted his gaze from Minnie and agreed with a grin, “It’s uncanny, really.” 

Something seemed to click for him, and he added, “Think about it. Similar family stories, the same hobbies, and now we’re practically family. Our connection’s pretty deep!” 

Evangeline mulled over his words and nodded inwardly, but something did not sit right with her. 

Alex was not one for chummy talk, so why the change? She blamed her pregnancy for her sluggish thoughts and decided not to puzzle over it too much, just laughing it off instead. 

“Should we go say hi?” Evangeline suggested, raising an eyebrow toward Walter, “You know, because of this crazy thing called fate?” 

“Sure, go for it. I haven’t caught up with Walter in ages, and a good chat sounds great.” 

Little did they know, after Minnie let out a gasp of feigned shock, she sat right beside Walter. Given Evangeline’s sharp mind, she would probably figure out Minnie was there to snoop. 

That thought made Walter squirm with discomfort, unsure of where to rest his hands or feet. With Minnie snuggling up so close, he could not exactly push her away without making it obvious. 

He had to brave the lion’s den to snag a lion’s cub. Walter needed solid proof that Minnie was actually Julia, which meant he had to up his game and spend more time with her. 

He had booted Minnie from the Gordon family in a fit of rage and had been kicking himself ever since, trying to figure out how to smooth things over. Surprisingly, Minnie waltzed right back into his life. 

Too bad it was at the most awkward time possible. 

“Walter, I know you’ve been hurting, and you were just upset that day. I’m not holding a grudge. I just really hope you can let go of the anger, okay?” 

Minnie’s voice was already soft, but then it dripped with a sweetness that could melt hearts, like the most tender and well–behaved girlfriend ever. The guy she was sweet–talking? Sure, he had snapped at her because he was hurt, but to stay mad when she was laying it on thick? That was just criminal.