Chapter 67

Walter was fuming when suddenly, he got a text from the villa's butler.

[Madam's back.]

That brief message made him scowl. What was she up to all the time?

He fired up the car, and it zoomed off like a shot, his every move seething with anger.

When Walter got back to the villa, the butler said Evangeline had retired to her room. He did not hesitate and bolted up to the second-floor bedroom.

"Evangeline, get out here!"

Evangeline was calmly organizing her desk. She paused when she heard the commotion, but she then resumed her task, blatantly ignoring Walter.

Walter burst through the bedroom door, his sharp eyes zeroing in on Evangeline.

That same white dress, that familiar silhouette.

The way that woman had smiled and frowned in the private room earlier that day was flashing before Walter's eyes, and he could not help but compare her to Evangeline.

Evangeline shot him a look. "What's your problem? If it's nothing, leave. I need to shower!"

Walter's lips tightened, and he took