All Chapters of Evelyn Wyatt: The Vindicated Wife : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Evelyn POVThe morning of the trip started early, but despite my best efforts to stay ahead of time, I still felt rushed. I stood in front of my closet, second-guessing my choice of outfits. Dad’s voice boomed down the hallway.“Evelyn! How much longer? We’ll miss the flight at this rate!”I rolled my eyes. “I’m almost done, Dad!” I called back, frantically folding the last blouse into my suitcase.Moments later, he appeared at my bedroom door, dressed immaculately in his signature tailored suit. He leaned against the doorframe, his arms crossed, watching me with an amused expression.“Still packing? Women are always the same,” he teased.I threw him a playful glare. “Mom wasn’t like that.”He chuckled, a soft fondness entering his eyes. “Your mother was one of a kind. Efficient when she wanted to be, but she had her moments too.” His voice turned wistful, and I felt a pang of sadness.Snapping out of it, I zipped my suitcase and grabbed my handbag. "There, ready to go!"The housekeep

Evelyn's POV The constant drone of the plane’s engines was beginning to feel like a hammer against my skull. I rubbed my temples, trying to soothe the headache creeping in. The vibrations and hums, though muted, reverberated through the cabin, making it impossible to fully relax. With a sigh, I pulled out my headphones and scrolled through my playlist, settling on something soft and melodic to drown out the noise. As the music filled my ears, I closed my eyes and leaned back in my seat, allowing myself a moment of peace. Gradually, the ache began to subside, and I felt my body giving in to the fatigue. Sleep came in fragments at first, disrupted by the occasional turbulence. Each time, I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, trying to find a position that wouldn’t strain my neck.Noticing my struggle, Dad glanced over. “You okay, sweetheart?” I nodded weakly, trying not to sound as frustrated as I felt. “I just can’t get comfortable.” With a small chuckle, he patted his shoulder. “Come

Evelyn's POV Leonard’s house was massive—exactly what I’d expected from someone like him. As I walked in, I couldn’t help but notice the elegant furniture and warm lighting. It was the kind of home that screamed wealth without trying too hard, though I was too drained to care. I just wanted a moment to relax.“Please, make yourselves comfortable,” Leonard said with a casual wave toward the plush couches in the living room. “I’ll ask the housekeeper to prepare something for you both.”“No, thank you,” I replied quickly. The idea of food turned my stomach. “But… I could use a hot bath.” My body ached from the long flight, and I hoped a bath would soothe both my nerves and the tension in my muscles.Dad, ever the gentleman, added, “I’ll take some tea if it’s no trouble. I need something to settle my nerves before bed.”Leonard nodded without hesitation. “Of course. I’ll have it brought up to your rooms.” He turned to me then, his gaze lingering. “Your bath will be ready soon. If you nee

Evelyn's POV Leonard followed closely behind me as I walked up the grand staircase toward the building’s entrance. The silence between us had continued from the car and grew heavy with every step we stop. My curiosity grew too with lots of questions on my mind. I glanced over my shoulder, unable to hold back my questions any longer.“How did we get here? This place—” I gestured toward the expansive company estate that loomed before us. “The meeting ground? How?”Leonard smirked faintly, his eyes glinting with amusement. “I’ll explain later. For now, you should focus on your presentation.”“You can't dodge these questions forever, you know,”“Well, I best enjoy it for as long as I can.”I narrowed my eyes at his cryptic response but decided not to push further. Time wasn’t on my side. Nodding in reluctant agreement, I quickened my pace and spotted my father waiting near the doors. The sight of him brought me great relief, and I couldn’t stop myself from rushing forward to embrace him.

Evelyn's POV The scent of freshly baked pizza filled the air, mixing with the faint murmur of chatter around us. I sat across from Leonard, a half-eaten large pizza between us, surrounded by crumpled napkins and two glasses of soda. Warm evening light filtered through the café’s windows, casting a golden glow over everything.Leonard leaned back in his chair, his jacket hanging over the backrest. His relaxed posture and easy smile made it hard to believe this was the same man who had been so intense just hours earlier. “You know,” he started, a playful glint in his eye, “for a city that’s supposed to be all business, the weather here is as unpredictable as it gets.”I laughed, shaking my head. “Tell me about it. One minute it’s sunny and perfect, and the next, it feels like we’re in the middle of a hurricane.”He chuckled, his deep voice warm and inviting. “Reminds me of someone,” he added, raising an eyebrow in my direction.I pretended to scowl, reaching for another slice of pizza.