Save Her Lose Us (Evangeline and Soren) novel Chapter 15

Yet after all these years, she still revolved around Soren, never growing tired of it.

Liam was convinced she'd never agree to a divorce so easily.

But he didn't want to see Soren upset, so he was just about to offer a few words of comfort—

When he caught sight of Soren's eyes narrowing, a hint of satisfaction lighting his face, as if his mood had actually improved.

"So that's how it is."

Soren let out a soft, dismissive laugh.

The confusion he'd felt earlier now had its answer.

Of course—Evangeline was so hopelessly in love with him. Why would she ever be the one to suggest ending things?

Clearly, she'd learned Poppy had come back and was now afraid of being abandoned. This was just another calculated act—playing hard to get, trying to win him over.

Did she really think that by doing this, he'd feel too guilty to go through with the divorce?

Seeing the faint, almost playful smile on Soren's lips, Liam grew even more confused.

Since when did the news that Evangeline was willing to be "the other woman" leave Soren not distressed, but oddly pleased?

Before he could ask, a gentle female voice spoke up.

"Soren, I knew I'd find you here."

At the doorway, Poppy stood in a flowing floral dress, tall and willowy, her complexion still pale from a recent illness, lending her an air of fragile beauty.

"Poppy."

Everyone's demeanor shifted the moment they saw her. The joking stopped; they greeted her politely, and the guy who'd been smoking stubbed out his cigarette and took a few deep breaths, trying to clear the air.

Soren ignored the others and walked over to her, his voice uncharacteristically soft. "What are you doing here?"

Poppy didn't mention that Liam had texted her his location, or that Liam had said Soren was in a bad mood.

She dangled her car keys with a small smile. "Heard you're feeling down. Like old times—how about a drive to clear your head?"

Soren nodded and stood. "Sure."

Evangeline let out a long, resigned sigh.

She figured Soren would probably stay out all night, just like he always did. She tossed her phone aside without a second thought, took a shower, and went to bed early.

Two hours later, Soren pulled up in front of the house.

He frowned as he looked at the scene before him.

Macy didn't live at the house at night, but Evangeline always left the lights on whenever he came home.

From outside, the house would be lit up as bright as midday.

But tonight, aside from the faint glow of the garden lights, the whole place was shrouded in darkness, swallowed up by the night, like a withered old manor left to decay.

A strange unease crept into his chest.

Was Evangeline not home?

He pulled out his phone and dialed her number.