Semua Bab Unmasking the Heiress: Bab 231 - Bab 240

Evangeline figured if she got the details, she might be able to help Roslyn figure something out.'My own love life had crashed and burned, but if I could play matchmaker for my best friend and see her happily hitched, it'd be a silver lining.'"Let's face it, the chances of me and him working out are pretty much nonexistent. Like he said, we're from two different worlds. How could we ever mesh? Oh, and I totally spaced on telling you, but he's like... eleven years older than me."As Roslyn spilled her heart out, Evangeline was baffled at what kind of guy would be blind to the awesomeness of her bestie.When she heard about the eleven-year age gap, it clicked."You know how they say three years is enough for a generation gap? You guys are eleven years apart; you're practically from different planets. With that huge of an age difference, can you really stick it out? I mean, when you were toddling around in diapers, he was already a whiz at algebra!"She could not help but admire R

Yale's face was a mask of seriousness, but Evangeline did not let him get a word in edgewise."You know how bad Grandpa Cole has been," she said. "If we hadn't pulled some strings with Walter to get Dr. George on board, who knows where he'd be now? There's only one thing on my mind: To have a baby fast, so he can cuddle his longed-for great-grandkid while he still can.""I get it." Yale closed his eyes for a moment, hiding the wave of helplessness that threatened to show. "Evie, could you grab me a drink? I'm in the mood for some liquor."Years in the service had turned Yale into someone who would drown his sorrows in a bottle.It did not bother him that Evangeline, busy with baby-making plans, could not join him. He was fine drinking alone.Evangeline, ever so sweet, fetched a wine glass and a bottle of red wine, pouring him a glass with a caring touch.He swirled the wine glass absentmindedly, his eyes tracing the dance of the deep red liquid.He was in pain, his heart aching,

Yale had downed too much alcohol, and the dim room lights and his own instincts kept him on the edge of consciousness, his eyes refusing to open.In his haze, he felt the gentle touch of cool hands lifting him onto a soft surface. The chill from the water cup tingled his senses, and then the water began to trickle into his mouth.Parched, he gulped down the water eagerly, following the gentle motions of the girl feeding him, until the cup was empty. She took the cup away, asking with a caring tone, "Want more? I can get you some.""No more," he mumbled, frowning slightly.That voice—why did it sound so familiar?Roslyn's heart raced as she held Yale, who was utterly defenseless in her arms. He was drunk, and it was the perfect chance.'Roslyn, you love him, don't you? Even if you can't win his heart, having him just this once would be enough, right?' Roslyn asked herself.The thought was so bold it scared her. She was going mad, driven by her love for him!If she could just be

"Roslyn, are you sure you can hit the set looking like that?"If Roslyn was not up for acting, maybe a sick day would do her good."I have to go back," said Roslyn, shaking her head with a grimace of distaste. "Coral, that drama queen, made me promise last night that I'd be back today! I'm so over her! The minute I get back, I'm going to ask the company to give me a new agent!"Coral Ford was the notorious agent Roslyn always complained about.Evangeline knew better. Roslyn was just blowing off steam. If she actually got rid of Coral, she would be the first to regret it."Come on, you get mad and talk about ditching Coral, but who's been by your side all these years? Grow up a little, will you? If you can make it to the set, then go. If you can't, Coral cares too much to ever make you work when you're sick."Evangeline's words were full of confidence.She had met Coral, a rare gem of an agent who truly had Roslyn's best interests at heart."It doesn't matter if she pushes me or

Roslyn loomed above him, her eyes a mesmerizing shade of sea-glass blue, locking onto his intelligent gaze before drifting downwards. The sensation at his lips was warm, tender, and tingling, as if a current passed through them, sapping Yale's strength in an instant.The kiss deepened, and the subtle hint of lemon from her lips was intoxicating, making Yale's eyes flutter shut without him even realizing it. His breaths grew heavier and more urgent.Yale tried to resist, but Roslyn's embrace tightened, drawing them closer until they touched in a way that left them both vulnerable. Roslyn, caught in her own mischief, froze for a moment, her cheeks flaring up into a bright, eye-catching red. She threw caution to the wind and dove in for another kiss. Seizing the moment of his startled gasp, she playfully flicked her tongue, inviting him to join her in the dance.Then, a pair of strong hands came to life, not to push her away, but to draw her even closer, pressing her lips down further.