Chapter 464
Chapter 464
Everyone figured Walter was just being the mysterious host.
Truth be told, if it were not for the need to keep Minnig off her game, he would not have hosted that party
at all.
Would a quiet birthday with his wife and kid not have been so much better?
Walter lurked in the shadows, eyes fixed on a certain someone in the crowd, biding his time to make his
entrance.
When Walter caught a glimpse of Evangeline's pale face in the glare of the flashbulbs, he could not stay put any longer.
The masquerade was the party's opening act, all about cranking up the excitement.
Evangeline, eyeing the parade of guests, quietly stepped out of the limelight and settled into a secluded
corner.
Even though she was there, Evangeline never forgot Holden's strict instructions: She was to stay out of the public eye unless it was do-or-die, and always keep it low-key.
She had thought Walter and Minnie had pushed her too far, and she was ready to throw caution to the wind. To her surprise, the star of the show had yet to make an appearance since she walked in
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Evangeline had been dodging the spotlight all night, and so far, her secret was safe. However, as she scanned the room, she noticed something odd.
The partygoers were all abuzz about Walter's wild bash, yet none seemed to clue in that it was his birthday party. What was he playing at? Evangeline shrugged it off, deciding to just sit back and watch the drama unfold. Out of nowhere, her eyes locked onto a new figure-a tall guy sporting a black tux and a quirky
mask.
y green frog
He had the same vibe as Walter, almost enough to fool her. However, when Frog Mask opened his mouth, Evangeline knew he was not Walter. His voice was all wrong.
"Miss, would you honor me with a dance?" he asked, all charm and grace as he extended his hand.
What dispelled Evangeline's suspicions was the man's voice.
It was not just his outfit that was different. He could change his clothes, but his voice was a whole different story.
Walter's voice was like a bass guitar-deep, resonant, the kind that sends shivers down one's spine. This guy sounded like the boy next door, all innocence and awkwardness.
Evangeline did not even waver. "Sorry, I'm not in the dancing mood tonight," she said firmly. She had to remember she was pregnant. Dancing was off the table, especially with some guy she had just met. Evangeline was surprised by how much the guy in the frog mask seemed to be into her. Even after she turned him down, he did not back off. Instead, he just came closer.
Not up for dancing? No problem. Let's just sit and talk okay?"
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His voice was as smooth as the tunes Evangeline could pull from her violin, and it was difficult not to enjoy the sound
She gave the frog faced dude a once-over. That mask looked creepy, but for some reason, she could not bring herself to hate it
Sure thing What's your poison? My treat."
She flagged down a server and turned back to the masked man with a playful grin.
"Ever tried a "Tomorrow? It's pretty good."
He was not clueless. He caught a glimpse of the orange juice in her hand right away.
"Hey, that's not right. You're sipping juice, but you're setting me up with a cocktail. Trying to get me tipsy,