Chapter 55: I do
"This bitch and her nonsense!" Avery muttered under her breath, stepping forward to shield Evelyn. But before she could speak, Evelyn replied to her sweet dear sister.
"Alright, I will see my schedule and inform you."
Her words surprised even Zevian, and as he glanced at her, she eyed the pen in Annabelle’s shirt pocket. He also noticed the people around them, pretending to be strangers but their faces were not new to identify him. If she rejected her again, she would sure be trending on the media again, dragging all cameras on her which she couldn’t afford until Ronan was out of this country.
"Thank you so much, Evy!" Annabelle exclaimed, sincerely happy this time. Hugging her once again, she smiled brightly before her eyes fell on Ronan again.
"Who is this gentleman? I haven’t seen him around," Annabelle asked, a little suspicious since Evelyn was also wearing a suit today. She had been trying to track her location ever since this morning, and luckily just when she thought she lost her in the boutique, she had noticed their car and followed them to here.
Avery, sensing the tension escalating, decided to step in. "He is one of my clients and Zevian’s friend from Qubarc," she replied smoothly, quickly covering up for Evelyn’s presence with them. Her tone was light, but there was a slight edge to it, as if she was trying to diffuse a ticking time bomb. Zevian didn’t appreciate the way she worded it, and neither did Ranon, but they both kept their expressions neutral, though the atmosphere had undeniably thickened.
"Oh!" Annabelle exclaimed, her lips curving into a beaming smile, her eyes glinting with interest. She extended her hand towards Ranon, her confidence returning full force. "I am Annabelle Wright, Evelyn’s sister." Her voice was sugary sweet, each word dripping with charm.
Ranon’s eyes flicked down to her hand before he shook it, noting the little dimples on her cheeks that appeared when she smiled. There was something oddly familiar about those dimples, a fleeting memory he couldn’t quite place. He shook her hand, his grip firm but polite, and his eyes shifted back to Evelyn. "Oh, the one swapped at birth with you?" His tone was casual, but the words carried weight.
Evelyn nodded curtly, her smile not quite reaching her eyes. She grabbed Zevian’s arm, a silent plea for them to leave before Annabelle got wind of her hidden secret. The reason she had been keeping a low profile for the first two years of her career was simple—to avoid any scandals that could arise from her family’s past.