Married by Mistake: Mr. Whitman’s Sinner Wife

He lifted his eyes and looked over. He did not see Madeline but saw Evan sitting before him instead.

“When did you sit here?” Fabian looked confused.

Evan pushed his retro, gold -rimmed glasses and lazily leaned back on the sofa.

“I sat down when you were longingly watching that lady leave. What is it? Do you like older girls?”

After hearing this explanation, Fabian’s brows drew together, and he said flatly, “ She’s Lily’s mother.”

There was a slight change in Evan’s eyes upon hearing that. He then looked in the direction where Madeline had left.

“She’s Eveline?” Fabian nodded lightly.

Evan pensively contemplated. “She’s different indeed. I almost ran into her just now, and despite the distance, I could still smell the fragrance on her. A perfumer. Special indeed.”

When Fabian heard that, his brows furrowed further, and his expression darkened further.

what she said before

was left

need for her

said, smiling while he repeated those four words. “You’ve saved her daughter’s life, and you’re saying

look on his face seemed more

me to stop caring about the little girl? You asked me to let her

your mind then? Is it possible that you’re imitating

time he asked, Fabian would not speak anything of it. This time, he decided to try his luck

still did not

and drove straight to the villa. Evan

had parked, Fabian

would usually be asleep at

walked to the bedside. When he saw the faint blush on Lillian’s

way you’re looking at her seems