Save Her Lose Us (Evangeline and Soren) novel Chapter 181

When Soren stepped out of the jewelry store, Evangeline had already vanished from the escalator.

Poppy slipped her arm through his, her mood transformed as she admired the ring on her finger—her earlier worries seemed to melt away.

“So, what made you suddenly think of giving me a ring?” she asked, though she already suspected the answer.

Soren paused, considering. “You’ve done so much for Fawkes Enterprises. I figured you deserved a gift.”

Poppy smiled slyly. “You could’ve picked anything, but you chose a ring? You do realize what a ring means, don’t you?”

Soren pressed his lips together, saying nothing.

Instead, he countered, “Do you like it?”

Poppy could tell he was dodging her question, and that only lifted her spirits further.

His evasiveness was proof enough—the whole business of the gift was just a cover.

As for the real reason, she was pretty sure she’d already guessed it.

Maybe things weren’t as dire as she’d feared.

At the very least, she still mattered to Soren.

She squeezed his arm, gazing up at him, her eyes soft and warm. “I love it.”

“That’s good.”

“But what I really love is the man who gave it to me.”

Her expression was as gentle as ever.

Soren looked as if he wanted to say something, but only mouthed a few words before awkwardly pulling his hand free. “I have something to take care of later. I’ll have Gregory drive you home.”

Poppy blinked, a little surprised, but quickly nodded. “Alright.”

Soren watched as Poppy got into the car and drove off.

Once the car disappeared from sight, he stood for a moment in thought, then turned and headed back into the mall.

The sales associate recognized his striking features immediately and hurried over with a bright smile. “Did you leave something behind, sir?”

“No,” Soren replied coolly. “That ring I picked earlier—bring me another one.”

Besides, he was still a bit annoyed with her after yesterday. He had no desire to chase her down for a conversation—he’d see her later anyway, and whatever it was could wait.

With clear instructions, Gregory gathered the documents.

Within half an hour, Evangeline arrived at the entrance of Fawkes Enterprises.

When Gregory came downstairs, he saw her dressed in a crisp white blouse and black trousers—simple, but distinctly formal.

It struck him as both unfamiliar and oddly familiar.

Unfamiliar, because Evangeline rarely dressed like this.

Familiar, because he had the nagging sense he’d seen her wear something like it before.

A strange, indescribable feeling washed over him.

Handing her the documents, Gregory couldn’t help but ask, “Miss Whitmore, what are you taking care of today?”

Evangeline considered for a moment, then answered quietly, “I’m filing for divorce.”