Unmasking the Heiress (Evangeline and Walte)

Chapter 237

"Roslyn, come on, don't make me lose respect for you, okay?" Yale's eyes were icy, and Roslyn felt like she was being frozen solid under his chilly stare.

"You... Yale, that's way too harsh!" The hurt she had been bottling up came flooding out, and Roslyn could not hold back her tears any longer. Nevertheless, she would not let Yale see her cry. She dashed back to her room, dove under her covers, and cried without making a sound.

She was so quick that she did not even bother with her shoes. In the dark, her tears soaked the blanket, but she did not care to dry them.

What was she supposed to do? Being sweet and docile did not work, being bold and forward did nothing, and even her all-out attempt to woo him for just one magical night was failing!

Yale was just impossible, and it was shattering her heart! This old guy, could she just decide she was done with him? As soon as she thought about it, a sharp pain in her heart answered her.

Angry at herself, she thumped her chest. Pathetic, pathetic!

What was so great about that annoying old man anyway? Why should she waste her golden years on him?

After what felt like forever, Roslyn finally fell asleep with tears still on her

cheeks.

Meanwhile, Yale, lying awake on the living room couch, could not find sleep. The alcohol had worn off completely. He sat there, lost in thought, his fingers absentmindedly brushing the spot on his cheek that Roslyn had kissed. No matter what, making a girl cry was just wr Yale glanced at the empty bottles by his feet and let out a deep sigh. Drinking was such a bad idea, especially knowing that Evangeline's best friend was around. Why did he drink anyway?

How was he supposed to have predicted that the girl who had been a

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constant tangle in his life was Evangeline's best friend?

At the crack of dawn, Evangeline's Internal alarm clock buzzed her awake. The first thing she saw was Roslyn, still snoozing beside her, looking even more pitiful than when she had conked out. Her eyes had gone from a little red to a full- on apple color, obviously from a midnight cry-fest.

Evangeline's heart pinched with concern, but all she could do was let out a helpless sigh. Heartbreak was a solo battle, after all.

Thinking about Yale, who must have knocked back who-knew-how-many drinks before crashing, she tiptoed down the stairs.

She and Roslyn had planned ahead for breakfast, stocking up on toast and sushi. A quick zap in the microwave and a steaming cup of milk, and they would be all set.

As she bustled around the kitchen, she glanced over to see Yale stumbling out of bed, looking really tired.

"Uncle Yale, breakfast is almost up. Why don't you go wash up?"

Yale beelined for the downstairs bathroom.

Roslyn, on the other hand, drifted down the stairs, her steps as light as air. Her feet barely carried her, and her eyes were puffy like giant walnuts.

Evangeline's heart twinged at the sight.

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Chapter 238