Save Her Lose Us (Evangeline and Soren) novel Chapter 50

Evangeline's heart plummeted. Instinctively, she glanced around in a panic.

People bustled through the airport, too preoccupied to notice anything amiss. A few who did glance their way simply mistook them for a bickering couple and looked away without a second thought.

Evangeline's face flushed deep red. "Glenn, what are you doing? Put me down."

Glenn's gaze dropped to the faint bloodstains soaking through her shoe. "If I put you down now, do you really think you can walk?"

He knew her well. Evangeline hated showing weakness; even when something hurt like hell, she'd downplay it until it was nearly unbearable.

If she admitted her foot was hurt, it must already be so painful she couldn't walk.

Evangeline almost insisted she was fine, but Glenn's dark eyes were sharp, seeing right through her. She fell silent, the fight draining from her limbs.

Still, she squirmed, uncomfortable. "You really don't have to go this far."

Glenn's voice was calm. "It's not like I haven't carried you before."

Back when UME first started, they'd had to chase down investors and negotiate deals with other companies themselves. The business hires never lasted long—most couldn't handle the pressure—and with money tight in those early days, it always came down to one of them facing the crowd.

Glenn was terrible with small talk, so Evangeline would step up.

Business dinners meant drinks, and since she was the only woman at the table, the men would "jokingly" push her to drink more than anyone else.

One time, after Glenn finished up in the lab early and came to pick her up at the hotel, he found her slumped against a wall, too drunk to stand, surrounded by a few men with less-than-noble intentions.

He chased them off and tried to put her on his back, but she kept slipping, deadweight and unsteady, until finally he had no choice but to scoop her up in his arms.

Evangeline had been completely wasted and didn't remember any of it.

But they'd known each other since they were kids, back when gender didn't matter and he'd carried her around more times than he could count.

She pressed her lips together. "It's different now. I'm worried someone might take a picture."

Glenn's brow twitched. "Are you worried Soren might see? Or is it the Fawkes family you're afraid of?"

Evangeline's lips tightened even further.

If it were anyone else, she'd have thought they were mocking her. But Glenn's tone was sincere, and his eyes held nothing but concern.

"Evangeline, I've known you longer than any of them. I chose you then, and no matter what anyone else says, I'll keep choosing you."

Maybe it had just been too long since she'd heard something like that. For a moment, Evangeline felt like she was dreaming, her mind blank and her nose stinging with the threat of tears.

She hadn't cried when her mother died, or when her father remarried and threw her out of the house.

She hadn't cried when Soren, disgusted by their arranged marriage, publicly flaunted his affairs to shame her.

She hadn't cried when Helena and Flora deliberately froze her out, when the Fawkes family treated her like hired help.

But now, tears overflowed and streamed silently down her cheeks.

For the first time in years, someone had chosen her—without hesitation or condition.

Glenn looked startled. "Are you… crying?"

Embarrassed, Evangeline blinked hard, tilting her head up and forcing a shaky laugh. "No, it's just—the wind's too strong. Got something in my eye."