Save Her Lose Us (Evangeline and Soren) novel Chapter 236

When Winston came to the door, he could just barely make out voices murmuring outside, but he couldn’t catch what they were saying.

He opened the door, puzzled. The moment he saw Finn standing there, surprise flickered across his face.

Finn?

What on earth was he doing here?

At the last family gathering, Winston had overheard Finn say he and Evangeline were dating. But as far as Winston knew, Finn swapped girlfriends more often than he changed shirts—he’d never imagined those two would last.

He certainly hadn’t expected Evangeline to actually bring Finn home to the Whitmore estate.

Evangeline caught the uncertainty in his eyes but didn’t bother to explain. “The photos,” she said, her tone brisk. “I’m here for them.”

Winston’s brow furrowed as he feigned a look of wounded affection. “After all this time apart, is this really how you greet your own father?”

Evangeline was about to reply, but just then, another figure squeezed out from the room.

“Evangeline, you’re back.”

The voice was oily and thick, and a moment later, a plump, familiar face appeared, its beady eyes sweeping over her from head to toe.

Evangeline stiffened.

“You?”

It took her a moment to place him.

The charity gala at the Lockridge Foundation—the man who had tried to drug her drink that night.

Winston gave a thin smile. “So you already know Mr. Wellington. No need for introductions then.”

He tried to act nonchalant, but Evangeline caught the flicker of guilt in his gaze.

Clearly, Winston had known about that night all along.

She realized now that Mr. Wellington seeking her out at the gala was no accident—Winston, or perhaps Hazel, had likely been behind it.

“Evangeline remembers me? I’m honored,” Mr. Wellington beamed, his smile spreading wider.

But Evangeline felt a chill run through her.

As expected, Winston said, “Well, since you’re here, why not come in and have dinner before you go?”

Evangeline didn’t move. “Is this really dinner, or are you just trying to sell your daughter off? You know perfectly well which it is.”

Winston’s face darkened. “What are you talking about?”

“You know exactly what I’m talking about.” Evangeline’s voice was icy as she stared him down. “Keep your dinner. I’m only here for the photos. I’ve come, now hand them over and I’ll be on my way.”

With infuriating calm, Winston reached into his pocket and produced a photograph, handing it to her.

It was a portrait of her as a small child.

Evangeline frowned. “You know this isn’t the one I want.”

“The rest are inside,” Winston said. “Once you come in, I’ll get them for you.”

Evangeline let out a cold laugh. “You’re as despicable as ever.”

“You—!” Winston spluttered, his face turning red with anger.