Save Her Lose Us (Evangeline and Soren) novel Chapter 98

Macy had always been the one cooking at the house.

Soren wasn't sure if Evangeline could even make a meal.

He'd half expected some kind of culinary disaster, but to his surprise, the food actually tasted pretty good.

As for the sense of familiarity that crept in as he ate, he didn't dwell on it. He figured he was just starving, and his taste buds were playing tricks on him.

A sudden knock at the door broke the quiet.

Soren got up and opened it, finding Gregory at the threshold, his hair damp with sweat.

"Sorry, Mr. Fawkes. There was an accident on the expressway—two cars crashed. I've been stuck in traffic for ages," Gregory stammered, clearly nervous.

He braced himself for Soren's temper.

To his amazement, Soren's reaction was subdued. He simply extended a hand. "My clothes."

He was too drained from Evangeline's earlier antics to get angry.

After changing into fresh clothes, Soren found himself drifting toward the bedroom, almost on autopilot.

He pushed the door open and saw Evangeline still asleep, lying on her side. Her delicate brows were furrowed, as though she was trapped in a restless dream.

A moment later, she started mumbling something, her words barely audible.

"What was that?" Soren leaned in, trying to catch what she was saying.

He moved to her bedside, and finally heard it clearly.

"Alison."

"Alison..."

The name hung in the air.

The mood inside the house was tense.

The lavish dinner laid out on the table had long gone cold.

Helena sat stiffly on the sofa, her expression icy. As another call went unanswered, the phone's dull ring echoing in the silence, she finally lost her composure and hurled her phone to the floor in frustration.

Macy rushed over, picked it up, and quietly set it back beside Helena, then stepped away without a word.

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