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.

a smile. He elegantly took a sip and continued, “I heard what she said

tea latte, which was left untouched and still steaming

for her to

said, smiling while he repeated those four words. “You’ve saved her daughter’s life, and you’re saying ‘there’s no need’. When did you

look on his

actually. Back then, didn’t you tell me to stop caring about the little girl? You asked me to let her run her course. You also told me that there was no need to find a suitable bone

did you suddenly change your mind then? Is it possible

about this, but every time he asked, Fabian would not speak anything of it. This time, he decided to try his luck again to see whether Fabian

still did not

drove straight to the villa. Evan drove too,

had parked, Fabian came

be asleep at this

saw the faint blush on Lillian’s cheeks, he could not help but

way you’re looking at her seems like you’re looking at something