Todos los capítulos de One Night Stand With My Hubby's Cousin: Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

Julian's POVShe probably thought I’d completely lost my mind tonight.And honestly? Fair.Those half-joking agreements we’d made earlier stopped feeling very important the moment I saw her hurting over Sebastian. I know Sebastian well enough—selfish, petty, jealous to the bone. Not exactly a man worth worrying about.Right now, I wanted to kiss her.So I did.A casual, impulsive kiss, with zero regard for anyone else.I released her wrist and slid the strap I’d pulled down earlier back onto her shoulder, then smoothed the hair over it. I found I enjoyed moments like this—taking care of her as if I were her boyfriend, like it was the most natural thing in the world.At the same time, footsteps sounded on the other side of the wall.Unhurried.Coming this way.Sebastian had clearly decided to walk around.Eve’s expression tightened instantly, like someone had quietly cocked a pistol behind her and was now leisurely pressing the barrel to the back of her head.Seeing that look, I decide

Evelyn's POVHe looked at me with a clear warning in his eyes.“Don’t start something here,” he murmured.For a second, I just stared at him.Not because of what he said—but because of the sheer normalcy of his tone. As if the problem were me. As if that entire round of public humiliation hadn’t just happened.I almost laughed.Before I could react, Grace waved a hand impatiently.“That’s enough.” Her voice was cool. “Since you’re back, go do what you’re supposed to do. I don’t want to see this kind of embarrassing behavior again.”With that, she turned and walked away without another glance—decisive and efficient, like she’d just dealt with a minor inconvenience cluttering her path.The nearby onlookers quickly dispersed. Music swelled again. Laughter and clinking glasses filled the air, the party snapping neatly back into place as if nothing had happened.I, however, didn’t move.The warmth of Sebastian’s hand still lingered on my wrist. I looked down at it for a moment and felt a s

Evelyn's POVLuckily, I’d packed my bags the night before, so we were up bright and early the next morning, ready to roll with the rescue team.By the time we hit California and started driving north, the scenery got wilder and wilder. The GPS was still valiantly trying to keep up, but its presence was increasingly symbolic. Signal dropped from three bars to one, and then—poof—gone. My phone basically retired mid-journey and went eerily silent.Ben, driving, laughed. “Congrats. You’ve officially entered a modern-day no-service zone.”He’s the team’s coordinating rescuer—basically, wherever the shelter needs him, he shows up, always cheerful and way too helpful.I tossed my phone into my bag and leaned against the seat, watching the world blur past. The city was long behind us, replaced by endless stretches of deep green forest, winding mountain roads, sunlight flickering through the leaves in little patches that made your eyes squint and your brain relax.Strangely, I actually felt…ca

Evelyn's POV“Lena,” I lowered my voice, “the position’s wrong. It’s not the usual front-hooves-first with head—it’s just one front leg. The other one’s probably trapped underneath.”This is classic malpresentation in obstetrics. If we didn’t adjust it, that fawn wasn’t going anywhere.The air got tense, tight enough to slice through.“We need lubrication and a better angle,” I gritted out. “Forcing it could seriously hurt it.”Ben wasn’t back yet, backup was still on the way, and clearly, this deer didn’t have time to wait.Right then, footsteps sounded behind us.Not Ben.Firmer, faster, steadier.I glanced back.A man was walking through the trees toward us, a simple field pack on his back. His pace was measured, deliberate, every step landing with purpose. Broad shoulders, strong posture, and sunlight streaming through the canopy caught his profile just right—sharp, clean lines.His eyes landed on the deer for a second, scanning, calculating.“Dystocia?” he asked.I nodded. “Malpo

Evelyn's POVI hadn’t even finished my coffee when the sky started looking… off.The sunlight, usually clear and crisp, was muted, like someone had draped a gray veil over it. Slowly, it started to yellow. I thought it was just the weather changing—until Vernon stood up and stared toward the tree line, his expression tightening.“That’s not sunset,” he said.I followed his gaze and noticed a weird gray patch rising from the treeline, curling upward unnaturally. Not clouds. Smoke.The next second, the camp erupted.“Fire on the north side!” Ben yelled as he bolted out, “Wind’s pushing toward us—everyone, evac now!”The chill, easy-going vibe we’d had a minute ago evaporated. People moved like they’d rehearsed this a hundred times. Lena shoved the first-aid kit into my arms, rapid-fire instructions spilling out: “Take only essentials—water and comms first, everything else leave it!”I could already smell the scorched air, feel the heat on my skin. I shoved what I could into my pack and