Chapter 250

After some thought, Evangeline decided to keep her feelings to herself.

Even though she had her reasons, she couldn’t help but feel that her thoughts were a little too selfish. Besides, saying them out loud would only hurt someone.

With that in mind, she took a sip of wine.

Finn noticed the movement, and the easy smile on his lips faltered just a little.

Was his question too difficult? Or… was it that her answer might be Soren?

Seeing the disappointment flicker across his face, Evangeline’s heart tightened. She couldn’t bear it and hurriedly changed the subject.

“How many girlfriends have you had before?” she asked.

Finn considered for a moment. “Honestly? I’ve lost count p>

Evangeline fell silent. If he couldn’t remember, it was probably true-he’d dated that many.

Finn watched her. “Does that make you jealous p>

His “innocent” look sent a chill down her spine.

She had a sense of foreboding-no matter how she answered, he’d probably be displeased.

But they’d promised to be honest with each other, and she didn’t want to be the one to break that rule.

Still, for reasons she couldn’t explain, she didn’t want to see Finn upset either.

She took another drink.

A few glasses in, her stomach felt warm and the alcohol was starting to get to her.

Finn was obviously jealous of Soren, but the idea that he really liked her seemed a little far-fetched. Yet the pointed questions he kept asking, the unmistakable jealousy in his eyes-it didn’t seem like an act.

Unable to help herself, Evangeline blurted out, “Do you like me p>

The moment the words left her mouth, she saw color flood Finn’s ears—a deep, vivid red, as if he’d been caught in a lie.

Evangeline felt as if she’d been struck by lightning.

Finn didn’t answer. Instead, he grabbed his glass and downed the drink in one go.

The shock and wild hope in Evangeline’s heart slowly ebbed away, replaced by a quiet calm.

Of course. She’d imagined it. It was all just wishful thinking.

Finn couldn’t say what he really felt, which clearly meant the answer was no.

She didn’t notice how stiff his fingers were as he set the glass back down.

That last drink had been pure reflex-he was so tense he barely realized what he was doing.

For some reason, the words “I like you,” “I love you”-so simple, words he’d said to countless women before-were suddenly impossible to say.

For the first time in his life.

He opened his mouth to say something else, but when he caught the flicker of disappointment in Evangeline’s eyes, a strange sense of relief washed over him.

He picked up another glass and offered it to her.

Evangeline blinked. “You haven’t asked anything p>

“I know,” Finn replied, his smile returning. “Let’s have a toast p>

“We’ve been together this long, and I don’t think we’ve ever celebrated p>

She didn’t really get it, but she clinked her glass with his anyway.

Finn was just about to ask the next question when Evangeline spoke up first. “Let’s not talk about Soren anymore p>

She was sure Finn was about to bring up Soren again-ask if she still had feelings for him, or make her choose between the two of them, or something else along those lines.

“I just don’t want to talk about him right now,” Evangeline said quietly.

She didn’t want to revisit those five years with Soren.

It wasn’t that she resented him-she’d known, even when she married him, that

he didn’t love her. There was no right to resentment. She just saw no reason to keep dragging up a relationship that had ended long ago.

Besides, they’d been divorced for years.