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.

smile. He elegantly took a sip and continued, “I heard what she said before she left. She’s worried about her

at the black tea latte, which was left untouched and still steaming hot, then gave

need for her to

‘There’s no need’,” Even said, smiling while he repeated those four words. “You’ve saved her daughter’s life, and

though the look on his face seemed more

little girl? You asked me to let

then? Is it possible that you’re imitating that woman, speaking empty words, Mr.

piqued Evan’s interest. All this while, he had always been confused about this, but every time he asked, Fabian would not speak anything of

still did not

got up, left the café, and drove straight to

they had parked, Fabian came straight to Lillian’s

be asleep at this

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

her seems