Chapter 258

Walter's claim was fierce and bossy. His eyes, red and piercing, locked onto Evangeline as if she belonged to him and him alone. Evangeline froze, her heart skipping a beat.

How much better would things be if Walter said these words when he was sober? Life never dealt in what-ifs though.

Evangeline's eyes fell, and a pang of guilt hit her. She had not meant to tease Walter, not really. She wanted to see him stumble a bit, but somehow, she was the one who ended up getting hurt.

She swatted Walter's hand away with a sharp smack and barked out her command. "Can you walk or not? If you can, then get yourself home—now!"

The clock had already struck eleven, deep into the night.

Evangeline checked the time and, with a heavy sigh, decided to change course. Trey, with his years piling up, would worry himself sick if he knew Walter was very intoxicated.

She was not planning on bringing Walter to her place either.

Mulling over her options, Evangeline let out a sigh and picked a path at the