Save Her Lose Us (Evangeline and Soren) novel Chapter 211

After Old Mrs. Fawkes left, it wasn’t long before Evangeline and Finn slipped out of the banquet hall together.

Finn raised an eyebrow, teasing, “Congratulations, you’re about to become the richest woman in Serenity City.”

He grinned, giving her hand a gentle squeeze. “I really know how to pick ‘em. Who’d have thought I’d end up dating a gorgeous heiress?”

With a playful laugh, he lifted Evangeline’s hand to his face, pressing her palm to his cheek and nuzzling into it like a contented cat.

Her hands, probably from years of doing housework, were calloused in places, but her palms were still soft and warm.

Ever since their first kiss, Finn had found himself addicted to her touch. It was as if her very skin had a kind of magic—he couldn’t help but reach for her, drawn like a moth to a flame.

Even up on that stage, he hadn’t been able to resist sneaking his fingers into hers.

She’d shot him a warning look, but honestly, even her pout was adorable.

“Just promise me you won’t leave me behind when you become a billionaire,” he murmured, faking a pitiful whimper.

His antics made Evangeline’s palm tingle with warmth and something dangerously close to laughter.

Now that their relationship was public knowledge, she stopped pulling away and let him play with her hand, her tone serious as she reassured him, “You don’t have to worry about that. I’m not going to become rich overnight. The Fawkes family will never really let me have those shares.”

Her grandmother might genuinely want to give them to her, but the rest of the Fawkes clan had a hundred ways to keep her from ever getting her hands on the shares.

Signing that agreement had only been a stopgap.

Already, people’s attitudes toward her had shifted. Several guests had slipped her business cards on the sly.

Before, everyone had assumed she’d divorce Soren, so they’d written her off as irrelevant—eager to curry favor with Soren by cutting her out of the picture.

But now? With the matriarch announcing that half the family shares would go to Evangeline, everyone suddenly had to reconsider where they stood. Should they keep their distance from her, or try to get on her good side? The calculation had changed.

Finn chuckled, brushing a kiss across the back of her hand. The faint scent of her soap lingered between them.

“So, do you want it?” His voice dropped, eyes shining as he looked up at her. “If you do, and the Fawkes family won’t give it to you, I’ll help you get it. Whatever it takes.”

Evangeline blinked, caught off guard.

Just then, Finn’s phone rang. He pulled it out and answered.

She set her worries aside and headed for the staircase, only to round a corner and come face-to-face with Poppy.

Poppy was waiting for her—clearly on purpose.

So much had happened today, more than Poppy could’ve imagined. She never expected the matriarch to hand over the family shares to an outsider instead of her own grandson. And she certainly hadn’t thought Evangeline would say yes.

If the agreement and will had been signed in private, the family might have found ways to change things before word got out. But the old woman had announced it in front of everyone. There was no going back now.

Resentment simmered in Poppy’s chest.

Why should Evangeline—who’d done nothing—walk away with half the Fawkes fortune?

Once the will took effect, Evangeline would have control of the family business, and Soren would be answerable to her. Even if Poppy and Soren stayed together, she’d always be in Evangeline’s shadow.

Why should Evangeline get everything?

Jealousy and indignation burned inside her. But when she looked up, her face was the picture of composure—a bright, practiced smile.

Behind her back, she quietly pressed the record button on her phone.