Ch. 3931: Married At First Sight Chapter 3931

Chapter 3931

“Fox, I admit it—I took your things. But think about it—why would I? If you hadn’t provoked me first, I wouldn’t have had to retaliate.”

Evan’s voice carried a mix of defense and innocence, his tone calculated yet calm.

Fox crossed her arms, her expression unbothered. “So, you think your actions are justified just because you felt slighted? Don’t twist the facts. You took my things. I simply took back what was mine.”

Evan sighed dramatically, feigning helplessness. “Honestly, I did plan to return them. But you’re so unpredictable—here one day, gone the next. I couldn’t find you. If you’d just told me your name, where you live, or even given me a phone number, I would’ve returned them ages ago.”

Fox’s laughter cut through the air, sharp and mocking. “Are you blaming me now?”

Her eyes narrowed as she leaned closer, her tone scathing. “How many times have we run into each other since you took my things? You’ve had plenty of chances to return them. I even went to your house to ask for them, and you still didn’t give them back. Evan, I haven’t seen you in a while, but wow—your shamelessness has reached new heights. Does your grandmother know? Does your mother know?”

Evan chuckled, utterly unfazed by her scolding. “My mother? It doesn’t matter if she knows or not. My brothers and I were raised by our grandparents anyway. My parents didn’t care much about us. But my grandma? Oh, she knows. She always says, ‘When you’re chasing a wife, you have to be persistent—and shameless.’”

Fox was momentarily stunned, rendered speechless.

In her mind, the image of the York family matriarch surfaced—kind-faced, sharp-witted, and almost impossibly cunning. Fox had seen it firsthand. Behind that sweet smile was a woman capable of raising grandchildren who were not only brilliant but also incredibly difficult to deal with. And Evan? He was no exception.

Despite their tension, Fox couldn’t deny one thing—Evan was impressive in every way.

But that didn’t mean she was going to let him win.

“I’ll never accept your feelings,” Fox said firmly. Her words were icy, but her tone carried an edge of something deeper—regret, maybe. “There are so many incredible men in my life—men who are from the same world as me. Evan, you’re the fourth son of a billionaire family. How could you possibly be with someone like me? A homeless woman, constantly on the move, living life on the edge?”

Her gaze locked onto his, unyielding. “Even if I wanted to be with you, do you really think your family would allow it? I’ve heard your grandmother has already chosen a wife for you. Why not accept her choice?”

Evan’s jaw tightened as he stared at her, trying to read her expression. Her face was blank, giving nothing away, leaving him to second-guess himself.

But deep down, he trusted Serenity’s advice. She had to be right. Zachary, with his sharp mind, must’ve pieced it together. And if he had, Serenity would’ve shared her insights with Evan.

Taking a breath, he said, “I’ve already rejected my grandmother’s plans. I thought I told you that. Fox, I really like you. Please—give me a chance. Let me prove myself to you. How can you say we’re not compatible when we haven’t even tried? Don’t sell yourself short. You’re not a ‘homeless woman.’ You’re so much more than that.”

There was a softness in his gaze now, a vulnerability he rarely showed.

“The elegance in you—it’s impossible to hide.”

And if she really was Abby, then it all made sense. Abby Du, the second daughter of the Du family, was nobility personified. Her grace and composure were innate, qualities that no amount of disguise could conceal.

Fox’s expression hardened at his words. She needed to probe further, to figure out his real intentions.

“The wife your grandmother picked for you—isn’t she the second daughter of the Du family?” Fox asked, her voice steady but her heart racing.

She knew the answer, but she wanted to hear it from him.

Was he here for her? Or had he come to pursue Abby again?

After all, Abby was her. But she’d played so many roles, worn so many faces, that even she sometimes struggled to keep track of who she truly was.

Thankfully, the moments of doubt were fleeting. She never allowed them to show, never let her mask slip. The game was still hers to play.