Ch. 3929: Married At First Sight Chapter 3929

Chapter 3929

Evan closed the door behind him, pausing instead of stepping forward immediately. His gaze settled on Fox, quiet yet intense.

He had missed her so much it was driving him insane. This girl was truly ruthless—how could she not come to see him for so long? Didn’t she want her things back? If not, he’d just keep them as mementos of her.

When he took her belongings, he’d never planned to return them anyway. Sure, it was petty, but she was the one who had provoked him first. Taking her things was just his way of fighting back.

"It's freezing, and it's late. You came all the way here to see me. So, tell me—do you miss me, or do you have something else on your mind?"

Evan finally moved, taking deliberate steps toward Fox. A faint smile played on his lips, but his eyes—those deep, smoldering eyes—were locked on her, unwilling to look away for even a moment.

Fox folded her arms, her voice sharp but steady. "It's freezing, Evan. Why are you here in Huyoniville instead of spending the New Year with your family?"

Evan placed his car keys on the table, his expression softening. "Because I missed you."

Fox raised an eyebrow and countered, "And why do you think I’m in Huyoniville? My home isn’t even here."

Evan smirked, undeterred. "I met you here. And not just once—several times. Whether or not you’re from this city, you seem to like it enough to spend a lot of time here. So, I came to try my luck. How did you know I’m here?"

Fox stood, her confidence unwavering. "Getting information about you? That’s not exactly difficult."

Evan tilted his head, teasing. "What were you doing just now?"

She replied casually, "Just minding my own business. And you?"

Evan’s grin widened. "I went out to wander the streets, hoping to bump into a beautiful night wanderer. If I’d known you were coming, I would’ve stayed put and waited for you here." He added with a playful glint in his eye, "How about a midnight snack? My treat."

Fox shook her head. "It’s too cold, and it’s too late. Besides, I’m not hungry." Without another word, she turned and made her way to the sofa, sinking into the cushions.

Evan followed, attempting to sit beside her, but she kicked at him instinctively. He dodged, smirking at her thorns but respecting the boundary.

"Can’t I even sit on my own sofa? This is my room," Evan muttered, clearly feigning hurt. He settled into a single chair across from her, his expression wounded yet playful. "You’re so mean to me. What did I even do?"

Fox ignored his theatrics, her tone firm. "Evan, cut the act. Tell me the real reason you came to Huyoniville."

She wasn’t buying his charming facade. He was here for Abby—that much was obvious. Even if she was Abby, the way she shifted her identity so effortlessly left her feeling like he was chasing a shadow of someone else.

Did he think she was that hard to win over? After all this time, he still didn’t know her real name or her true face. Had he given up?

And now, what—was he circling back to Abby after realizing her worth again? Did he think he could pursue her like she was some second chance?

The memory of his earlier rejection stung. Back then, he told her plainly that he couldn’t fall for her, no matter how hard he tried. He apologized for giving her hope, for igniting her heart only to extinguish it.

“Abby is a good girl,” he’d said. “But you deserve someone better—someone more suited to you.”

Fine. Abby had her pride too. Even if she’d liked him, she couldn’t cling to a man who didn’t see her worth. So, she left Wiltspoon, leaving everything behind—including him.