Unmasking the Heiress (Evangeline and Walte) novel Chapter 444

Chapter 444 

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Walter figured that even if Evangeline did not adore him as she did Alex, the fact that they shared a child had to mean she felt something for him, right? 

“Hahaha!” Alex’s laughter rang out, unrestrained and so full of mirth that he almost cried. 

He let go of Walter’s collar, stepping back to put some space between them. 

“Walter, do you even buy that excuse?” 

Before Walter could muster a response, Alex’s icy voice cut through again, “Do you really not know why Evie kept the child? Cole might be clueless, but you? Quit lying to yourself, okay? My dear brother!” 

The words ‘dear brother dripped with a warmth that did not reach Walter’s ears; all he heard was biting 

sarcasm. 

Alex’s probing questions lingered, but the truth had always been buried in Walter’s heart. 

Evangeline had only decided to keep the child because of Cole’s illness. If it were not for that, she would” never have agreed to have his child. 

Walter could not recall how he left Alex’s dorm building. 

He felt like a lost soul, desperately trying to float to where Evangeline was, only to face the harsh truth that he had been the fool all along. 

In a twisted turn of fate, Evangeline knew her heart belonged to Alex. Walter, the man who prided himself on being unfeeling, had inadvertently let his own heart slip away. 

Who could possibly understand the ache that gnawed at his heart, the kind that made him wish he could just rip it out to stop the pain? How did he even begin to ease something like that? 

What Walter did not realize was that Alex, the guy who had set off that whole mess, was not as tranquil as he portrayed when he was alone in his dorm room. 

Once Walter had shuffled out, looking totally lost, Alex slammed the door shut and wheeled himself over to the fridge in record time. He poured himself a glass of ice water and downed it in one go, the chill blasting straight to his brain and dousing the inner fire. 

What had he even said? 

The confrontation replayed in Alex’s mind like a scene from some classic film, and the glass slipped from his grasp. 

It hit the floor with a loud snap, echoing sharply in the stillness of the night, making Alex’s soul shiver. 

His eyes snapped back into focus, the earlier panic fading as if it had been a bad dream. 

It was Walter who did not know what he had, Walter who owed him. So why did Alex feel that twinge of guilt? 

Life could be so brutally unfair. 

He knew his mother’s reputation was not the best, and that his own broody nature was not exactly winning him any popularity contests. However, he did not ask for much, did he? 

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