Save Her Lose Us (Evangeline and Soren) novel Chapter 222

Evangeline headed straight downstairs.

After being turned away twice already, she figured Soren wouldn’t bother humiliating himself by following her again.

But, to her surprise, it wasn’t long before she heard footsteps trailing behind.

She glanced back and saw Soren standing at a careful distance, not too close, not too far.

When she stopped to look at him, he immediately halted as well, pretending as if he just happened to be there. He looked around nonchalantly, feigning interest in the potted plants nearby.

Evangeline turned away, and, a few seconds later, the sound of footsteps followed her once more.

She couldn’t quite wrap her head around it.

They’d been married for five years, and she’d always believed she knew Soren inside out. He was proud, cold, and it was always her chasing after him, trying to get close—only for him to brush her off with barely concealed impatience every single time.

But this—this was the first time she’d ever seen him act so aimless, almost bored, just hovering around her.

Still, even if she knew he was following, she walked her way, and he walked his. Soren wasn’t getting in her way, so she had nothing to say about it.

Pretending not to see him, Evangeline turned and kept walking, doing her best to ignore his presence.

Seeing her move on, Soren finally started walking again, trailing behind her.

For a brief moment, even he wondered if he’d lost his mind.

Since leaving the hospital last night—after learning their child had been lost in the accident with Poppy—his thoughts had been in utter chaos.

He couldn’t shake the image of her after the crash, blood everywhere, or the tiny gravestone in the cemetery.

He couldn’t stop thinking about her leaving him, being with someone else.

The more he thought about it, the more restless he became.

He’d spent all night outside her building, and in the end, couldn’t help himself—he’d gone up, knocked on her door, and apologized.

It was the first time he’d ever said he was sorry.

He’d thought that, even if she didn’t forgive him, she’d at least give him a chance.

But the Evangeline who once would have accepted the smallest olive branch was, today, utterly unyielding.

Still, he felt a faint sense of relief.

When he’d seen her room this morning, there hadn’t been any sign of another man.

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