<b>Soren </b>sat with his eyes half–closed, mumbling a quiet “<b>Mm</b>” in <b>response</b>.
<b>Gregory </b>let out a sigh of resignation, rolling the car window back <b>up</b>.
He debated whether to speed up and get past Evangeline as quickly <b>as </b><b>possible</b>. Just then, he saw her stop walking and nce in their direction.
Gregory’s heart skipped a beat. Sweat broke <i>out </i>on his forehead.
Without thinking, he mmed his foot on the gas, driving past Evangeline <b>at </b>breakneck speed.
The car zipped by too quickly for Evangeline to see inside, but she still caught <b>a </b>glimpse of Poppy leaning against Soren.
Yesterday, Soren had sworn up and down that she was his wife. Today, he was holding another woman in broad daylight, parading her right past Evangeline.
Evangeline let out a softugh.
At least she hadn’t looked back–and she never intended to.
Back at her small apartment, Evangeline nced at the calendar. Only one day left.
By the day after tomorrow, the trial separation with Soren would be over.
But she had no energy to dwell on that now. Tomorrow was UME’s press conference.
There were more important things than her rtionship with Soren.
Meanwhile, Gregory’s sudden eleration had sent Poppy stumbling into Soren’s
arms.
Soren steadied her and shot Gregory an annoyed look. “Watch your driving.”
Gregory’s voice was sheepish. “Sorry, Mr. Fawkes.”
Soren let it go. He helped Poppy back into her seat and leaned over to fasten her seatbelt.
naller,
As he bent down, he caught a fleeting glimpse of a familiar figure through the rear window. The car was moving too quickly; the figure grew smaller an fading into a ck dot.
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It <b>looked </b><b>like </b><b>Evangeline</b>.
<b>But </b>what <b>would </b><b>Evangeline </b><b>be </b><b>doing </b><b>here</b><b>? </b>
It <b>wasn’t </b>until they pulled up to the house that Soren<b>, </b>after <b>sending </b><b>Poppy </b>Inside, turned to Gregory. “How’s that investigation going–the one about <b>Evangeline’s </b>ident?<b>” </b>
Gregory hesitated.
He’d found something, but the results were worse than nothing.
The ident Soren wanted investigated was, in fact, the same crash Poppy <b>had </b>been in not long ago. Their cars had collided, and Evangeline had lost her <b>baby </b>that same day.
Gregory had traced it all back to the Leigh family’s hospital. But once Liam Leigh found out, he’d warned Gregory to keep quiet–if Soren heard about <b>it</b><b>, </b>Gregory would be out of a job in no time.
Liam was a notorious yboy, but he and Soren were close. Gregory had no doubt
Liam meant what he said.
He was caught between Mr. Fawkes and Liam.
Between Mr. Fawkes’s wife, Evangeline, and his old me–and current star employee–Poppy.
No matter what Gregory did, it would be the wrong move.
He was ready to cry. “Mr. Fawkes, it’splicated. I’m afraid I need a bit more
time.”