Save Her Lose Us (Evangeline and Soren) novel Chapter 173

Soren sat with his eyes half-closed, mumbling a quiet “Mm” in response.

Gregory let out a sigh of resignation, rolling the car window back up.

He debated whether to speed up and get past Evangeline as quickly as possible. Just then, he saw her stop walking and glance in their direction.

Gregory’s heart skipped a beat. Sweat broke out on his forehead.

Without thinking, he slammed his foot on the gas, driving past Evangeline at breakneck speed.

The car zipped by too quickly for Evangeline to see inside, but she still caught a glimpse of Poppy leaning against Soren.

Yesterday, Soren had sworn up and down that she was his wife. Today, he was holding another woman in broad daylight, parading her right past Evangeline.

Evangeline let out a soft laugh.

At least she hadn’t looked back—and she never intended to.

Back at her small apartment, Evangeline glanced at the calendar. Only one day left. By the day after tomorrow, the trial separation with Soren would be over.

But she had no energy to dwell on that now. Tomorrow was UME’s press conference.

There were more important things than her relationship with Soren.

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Meanwhile, Gregory’s sudden acceleration had sent Poppy stumbling into Soren’s arms.

Soren steadied her and shot Gregory an annoyed look. “Watch your driving.”

Gregory’s voice was sheepish. “Sorry, Mr. Fawkes.”

Soren let it go. He helped Poppy back into her seat and leaned over to fasten her seatbelt.

As he bent down, he caught a fleeting glimpse of a familiar figure through the rear window. The car was moving too quickly; the figure grew smaller and smaller, fading into a black dot.

It looked like Evangeline.

Soren seemed unbothered by the excuse. “By the way, on the way back, did you happen to see—”

He stopped short of saying “Evangeline.” After a moment, he dismissed it.

Ever since Evangeline moved out, she’d been on his mind at the oddest times. Sometimes, she even turned up in his dreams.

He was starting to feel haunted by her.

He rubbed his temples, exhaustion washing over him again.

Evangeline used to help him unwind every time he was tired, massaging his shoulders and chatting beside him in her gentle voice.

He’d always thought she was annoyingly talkative. Now, he found himself missing her presence.

He waved a hand. “Keep digging into that accident.”

The accident and the miscarriage were Evangeline’s deepest wounds. If he wanted her to come back, he’d have to help her heal them first.