Save Her Lose Us (Evangeline and Soren) novel Chapter 45

Flora hesitated, then cautiously asked her brother, "Hey, what's gotten into you? Did Evangeline put some kind of spell on you or something? Why are you defending her all of a sudden?"

"Or… could it be that you've actually fallen for Evangeline?"

"Not a chance," Soren replied flatly.

Flora studied him, trying to read his expression. "Then why won't you divorce her? And why are you always taking her side?"

Soren pressed his lips together, his dark eyes unreadable.

For a moment, he was at a loss himself.

She was right.

He didn't love Evangeline.

So why wasn't he planning to divorce her?

Flora saw he wasn't going to answer and let out a sigh, deciding not to press the matter. "Well, either way, even if you stay married, you and Poppy can still be together. On the other hand, if you really did get a divorce, after five years of marriage and all those tangled interests, Evangeline would probably walk away with a hefty chunk of the Fawkes family fortune."

Soren's mind drifted back, almost involuntarily, to the divorce papers Evangeline had handed him not long ago.

She hadn't really asked for much in that agreement.

"Ugh—"

Before he could think any further, Flora suddenly yelped beside him.

She glanced at the wall clock, then hurriedly grabbed her coat and keys. "Alright, I can't chat anymore, the founder of UME is flying in today and I have to pick him up. If I'm late, I'll miss him at the airport."

Soren was about to tell her to drive safe, when he noticed the car keys in her hand looked awfully familiar.

"Wait, isn't that the car I gave Evangeline? How'd you end up with the keys?"

Flora didn't even look back. "It's a great car, and she barely drives it anyway. No point letting it gather dust, so I borrowed it. Anyway, I really have to go."

With that, she dashed out the door like a gust of wind.

Soren let her go, not in the mood to dwell on it.

He glanced out the window just in time to see the car Evangeline had left in disappear down the road.

If she was driving, she couldn't be in that bad a shape.

Still, for some reason, the car she took today looked oddly familiar.

"I'm almost there… ah—" She didn't like making people wait, so once she had an idea of his location, she hurried her steps.

Instantly, pain shot up her leg, sharp and blinding.

"What happened?" Glenn picked up on the strain in her voice.

Evangeline tried to sound casual. "It's nothing, just hurt my foot a little. No big deal."

He was silent for a few seconds.

Just as Evangeline wondered if he'd hung up, Glenn spoke again. "I've sent you my location. Just accept it and wait for me where you are."

She finally noticed the notification on her phone.

She felt a pang of guilt. She was supposed to pick Glenn up, but now it seemed she was just making trouble for him.

But she didn't even know her exact location—and if she kept wandering, she'd probably get even more lost.

She swallowed her pride and tapped "accept."

At the VIP exit, Glenn appeared—tall, dressed in a black coat, his striking eyes partly hidden above a black mask. At the corner of one eye, a single beauty mark drew the gaze, making his features all the more memorable.