Chapter 518
Chapter 518:
The screams reached Elliana in the living room, causing her to pause mid-bite, her brow creasing in irritation.
Heather strolled in, still fighting back a chuckle from earlier. Elliana, curiosity piqued, asked, “What’s causing all that noise outside?” Heather grinned, barely holding in her amusement. “There’s a bald little boy at the gate. He claims he hails from the Evans family and insists he’s your future husband.”
The corners of Elliana’s mouth twitched in disbelief. She never imagined Jeff would actually track her down. A glance at the wall clock showed the hour creeping toward ten. Sending Jeff back this late wouldn’t sit right with her conscience. With a resigned sigh, she turned to Heather. “Let him in for now.”
Heather’s jaw dropped. “Wait, you’re really going to accept a future husband?”
Elliana shot her a look colder than ice. That was enough for Heather—she zipped her lips and hustled outside. This text is hosted at.net
Outside, Jeff’s sobs had reached full volume, muddy tears streaming down his already dirty face. The effect was more pitiful than fierce—he looked like a scrappy stray.
Heather called out to Damian, “Elliana wants him inside.”
Like magic, Jeff’s crying stopped. His eyes lit up, and a smile broke across his face. “See? I told you Elliana wouldn’t abandon me! Come on, open the gate already, blond weirdo!”
Damian’s lips twitched, and he swung the iron gate open.
In a flash, Jeff scooped up his cat, snatched his suitcase, and tore across the threshold with triumphant energy.
Damian watched the whirlwind pass and then reached for the gate to close it again. Before he could finish, a towering figure blocked his path. Jason had arrived, looming tall in the moonlight.
MⲾ𝓮 𝒹𝑒𝓉𝒶𝒾𝓁𝓼 𝒶𝓉 g𝓪l𝑛ovєls.𝓬0𝓂
Damian had met Jason at Riverbend, so naturally, he instantly recognized Jason standing outside the gate. Memories of that meeting resurfaced—Jason had looked nothing like a legend then. Unkempt and pale, he had barely seemed worthy of the Evans family’s reputation. Damian had even cracked a joke to Heather afterward. “That’s the Evans family’s famous head of security? What a disappointment.”
But tonight, the impression could not have been more different. Although Jason still bore the traces of his injuries in his posture, everything else about him radiated discipline. A sharp black suit fit him perfectly, his hair combed neatly into place, shoulders squared. He stood tall, each step marked by confidence and control.
Even more arresting was the wolf mask Jason wore, obscuring half his face and lending him an unmistakable authority. The mask’s presence was as striking as the man himself. It was obvious he’d grown up training, a fighter through and through. Once the strength fully returned to his body, he would be an opponent no one would want to cross.
“Who might you be?” Damian asked, feigning ignorance, although he already knew the answer.
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