Semua Bab Unmasking the Heiress: Bab 751 - Bab 760

Roslyn had to double-check her surroundings, half-convinced she had stumbled out of the wrong room in her groggy, just-woke-up state.However, no, that was definitely her room. She had not made a mistake."I came to wake you up," said Yale, smoothing away the awkwardness from his face. His eyes, usually so piercing, held a hint of something unusual.Normally, Roslyn's spontaneous 'Uncle Yale' would have brought him joy, especially when she chimed in with Evangeline. However, with the thought of Evangeline playing matchmaker for Roslyn and Hank, the idea of her small hands clasped in Hank's was like a thorn in his side. Why did the endearment suddenly sound so jarring?What was going on with him? Roslyn was just a kid. Why was he getting so worked up over that?"I'm up now, thanks to you, Uncle Yale," said Roslyn, her smile sweet and radiant. She was not trying to be brave, but it was just…Knowing she did not hold a place in Yale's heart, she chose to keep up her usual sunny disp

Yes, Roslyn was riding shotgun. With Yale around, she had no interest in taking the wheel.Yale watched Roslyn claim her seat and knew the score. He hefted the food bags and moved them to the Ferrari.Score one for Roslyn! After all their little battles, she had finally snagged a win.Yale settled into the driver's seat, still trying to play the voice of reason, but who was he kidding? Roslyn had made up her mind, and that was that."Roslyn, Aurora Mountain is going to be packed today, and this flashy Ferrari is going to stick out like a sore thumb."Being the center of attention was not always exciting; it could make things awkward and spoil the fun."So what if we stand out? I'm a celeb who's in the spotlight every day. Think I'm scared of a few extra stares at Aurora Mountain?" said Roslyn with a confident toss of her hair.Yale could only think of one thing. 'Arguing with a woman is like reading a software license agreement. In the end, you ignore everything and click "I agr

'Besides, thanks to Evangeline, Roslyn and I are bound to keep in touch. There's no escaping each other. It would just make things more awkward,' thought Yale."Uncle Yale, what's up with you today?"Roslyn had zero patience for guys who beat around the bush. With her temper flaring, she sat up straight and confronted him, "Spit it out if you've got something to say. If not, zip it. Wouldn't we both be better off taking a break?""I..."'I'm scared you won't like what I have to say.' Yale's mouth twitched, and he choked back his words.There he was, Yale Foster of the illustrious Foster family, fumbling for words like a tongue-tied kid in front of the girl he liked.This would not do!Yale gathered all his courage, but by the time he was in front of Roslyn, it had dwindled to half."I just think that oversleeping isn't great for your health."'Is he worried about me?' Roslyn was puzzled for a moment but then understood. Yale was her elder, so his concern was not out of place.

Hank's cheeks turned a soft pink as he read 'Blessings of Love' carved into the wooden sign next to the tree.Evangeline, on the other hand, was unfazed. She had already had her run with marriage, after all. Why would she pine for eternal love then?Since parting ways with Walter, all she wanted was to live life on her terms, breezy and unburdened. She was not about to latch onto someone else or get tangled up in feelings, no more wasting energy on emotional drama. As long as she was happy, that was what mattered.However, catching a glimpse of Hank's bashful glow, she had a moment of clarity: Hank had not walked down the aisle yet.Maybe it was not fair to judge him with her been-there-done-that attitude.Unbeknownst to them, Walter was seething just a few steps behind, watching Evangeline and Hank looking like they were made for each other, standing under the Lovers' Tree.He was green with envy.Alex, the guy Evangeline had always been keen on, never got that close, and there

Evangeline faced the couple, her hand extending a crisp hundred-dollar bill toward the woman. "I'm really sorry about that. My friend over there didn't mean to ruin your kid's doll. Here, take this and get her something nice to play with."Evangeline had money to burn, but she was not the type to hand out cash without a good reason. She did it because the man's gentle patience with his wife struck a chord in her—a kind of tenderness she had never known.Even with her history with Walter, she never truly felt what it was like to have a husband's support.It was almost comical.However, the real irony hit her when she found herself envying the woman standing before her: her hair was a mess, her clothes were nothing special, and her face showed signs of time. After all, all Evangeline really wanted was as simple as it could get: a loving husband, a happy child, a family of three, and the occasional lively visit to her uncles' house.It was a shame, really, that such simple wishes see