But now, Finn couldn''t shake the feeling that something wasn''t quite right.
He just couldn''t put his finger on it.
"What is it? Did something happen?" Seeing Finn''s prolonged silence, Evangeline''s shoulders tensed with anxiety.
Finn snapped back to the present.
Not wanting to worry her, he said, "She did contact me yesterday."
"She said she''s safe now and told me not to let you worry."
Evangeline breathed a sigh of relief.
She took out her phone. "I''ll call Glenn and have him send some money over."
Bank cards were convenient but easily tracked. Cash and checks were much better options.
Finn gently pressed her hand down.
"I''ll send someer."
"After all, the fewer people who know Theresa''s whereabouts, the better."
Hearing this, Evangeline had to agree it made sense.
"Don''t overthink it. Just focus on getting better," Finn said, pinching her cheek. "She cares about you too much not toe back and see you again."
Evangeline, soothed by his reassurance, didn''t dwell on it further.
After dinner, she received another message from Soren, implicitly demanding she bring him some soup.
As if worried she might refuse, a notification for a one-million-dor transfer popped up on her phone a secondter.
[Progress: One million / Five billion.]
[Evangeline, get ready to remarry me.]
Evangeline was speechless.
She pulled out her phone, ordered a random soup online, and had it sent to him.
Remarrying him was out of the question.
But no one says no to money.
With UME''s production line starting up, there were many expenses to cover.
epting the transfer without a second thought, Evangeline immediately deposited the money into UME''s ount.
At the hospital.
Soren held the takeout container, staring at thebel that priced the soup at less than ten dors.
He let out a frustratedugh.
But on second thought, he found a silver lining.
At least Evangeline hadn''t ignored him.
And she had epted the money, which meant things between them hadn''t reached a point of no return.
The soup was already a little cold when it arrived. Soren couldn''t bring himself to drink it, so he set it aside.
He sat up and looked at the vase on the side table.
The flowers Evangeline had arranged had lost their moisture and freshness.
But he thought what Evangeline had said before was right.
Flowers could lift one''s spirits.
Even when they wilted, they were still pleasant to look at.
Bored, he casually picked up a stem. As he held it, thergest, outermost petal fell
off.
On a whim, Soren made a silent bet
If the number of petals was even it meant he and Evangeline would get back together. If it was odd, they wouldn''t, and he would let her
go
The moment the thought entered his head, Soren was about to start counting but immediately shook his head.
He was going insane.
Absolutely insane!
Him, Soren Fawkes, Head of the Fawkes family, the one and only CEO of Fawkes Enterprises, ying a game fit for a child?!
Soren tossed the flower aside.
Two minutester.
The ground was littered with plucked petals.
Soren stared at the final petal, the
e
one representing "they won''t get
back together," his expression
darkening before
e angrify threw i
away.
He knew it. It was just a stupid children''s game.
Just odd versus even, how could it possibly be urate?
As he
eded, his gaze fell on the
he hadn''t included that
in bis count t
one
Evangeline had left him because of his neglect and the misunderstanding about him and Poppy. She had been heartbroken.
But now he had been honest about wanting her back and was taking action.
Even if Evangeline was still angry now, would she really hold a grudge against him for the rest of her life?
Thinking this, Soren felt a little better.
Buzz-his phone vibrated twice.
Thinking it was another message from Evangeline, Soren''s lips curled into a faint smile as he picked up his phone.
But as he read the message on the screen, the smile vanished.
His expression grew grim.