Married at First Sight

Married At First Sight Chapter 3949

After deciding to plead with his grandmother, Evan didn't linger long at the Du family estate.

But before leaving, under Abby's gentle persuasion, he reluctantly pinched his nose and drank the bowl of ginger soup she had prepared for him.

Abby personally walked him to the door of the villa, seeing him off.

"Evan, make sure to see a doctor when you get home," she reminded, her tone firm but caring. "Take some medicine and rest for a few days. Don't ignore it you don't want this turning into something worse."

Abby followed him out mostly to ensure he wouldn't neglect his health. She knew that people who were generally healthy often underestimated how quickly a minor illness could escalate.

Evan gave her a faint smile. "I'll take care of it. If I feel worse, I'll go to the doctor. You don't need to worry about me, Abby. Even if I do get sick because of what happened today, it's my own fault. I won't hold anyone else accountable." He thought Abby was worried he'd hold a grudge against her uncle for making him stand outside in the cold. Beyond that, he didn't dare hope her concern meant anything more.noveldrama

Abby smiled softly. "Please give my regards to Grandma York and Sister Serenity. When Serenity has her baby, I'll come visit her."

She'd already picked out thoughtful gifts for both Serenity's and Jasmine's babies. Once the babies were born and their one-month celebrations rolled around, she planned to attend the banquets and personally deliver the presents.

Whether or not she'd ever officially become part of the York family as Evan's wife was a different story. Regardless, Abby wanted to maintain her friendships with Serenity and the others. Friendships, after all, needed effort to stay alive without it, even the strongest bonds could fade.

Evan nodded. "I'll pass along your greetings."

He gave her one last lingering look before walking to his car. Moments later, he drove off.

Abby stood at the doorway, watching until his car disappeared from view. Only then did she turn and head back inside.

When she reentered the house, she found her parents waiting in the living room.

"Why didn't you two stay over at Uncle's place?" Abby asked, looking at them curiously.

Her father, Mr. Du, chuckled. "Your uncle and I live in the same estate, under the same gate. Why bother? It's not like we're far apart. That brat Evan left already?" "Why, Dad? Were you hoping he'd stay the night?" Abby teased as she sat down on the sofa.

Mr. Du crossed his arms, his tone turning slightly indignant. "Abby, I'm standing up for you, and yet you're not happy about it? Don't tell me you still care about that boy and feel sorry for him! Do you know how long he stood outside in the cold? Your mom was worried he'd freeze solid and turn into an icicle, so she rushed you upstairs to get him to come in." "Dad!" Abby interjected, clearly exasperated.

But her father wasn't done. "I told him to take off his coat, not his shirt, and stand outside in the wind! That kid treated you so poorly, I've wanted to teach him a lesson for a long time. Since you wouldn't let me lay a finger on him, I had to settle for making him stand out there. He didn't have to listen to me, though! He could've just left-who told him to obey me?" Mr. Du genuinely felt that two hours of standing in the cold was a mild punishment. If not for the York family's influence, he'd have done far worse to Evan-maybe even broken his legs-just to ensure he'd never pursue his daughter again. Abby shook her head with a small sigh. "Dad, we can't force someone to feel something they don't. If Evan doesn't love me, you can't make him. At least he was honest when he realized his feelings weren't there. He didn't string me along or waste my time. That's more than some people do. "Some people don't have the courage to admit the truth. They'll hold on to a relationship while secretly waiting for something better, and when they find it, they think saying 'sorry' will magically make it okay. That kind of behavior is far worse. At least Evan didn't do that." Her father frowned but didn't argue. He could tell from her words-and the way she defended Evan-that his daughter still had feelings for him.

It wasn't surprising. Love was easy to fall into, but forgetting someone you loved was a different story altogether.

His daughter, innocent and inexperienced when it came to matters of the heart, had fallen for someone as complicated as Evan. In her father's eyes, Abby was like a blank canvas, easily swayed by a master painter who knew exactly how to draw her in. Evan, of course, would have disagreed with that assessment.

The truth was simple: Abby was the only woman Evan had ever pursued.