Eleven Years All to the Wrong Man novel Chapter 60

He grabbed her hand, his eyes filled with pain as he pleaded.

Trust him? How could she?

Even if everything he said was true, that he was working late last night, that the photo was from a long time ago… so what? It proved nothing.

It was the classic story of the boy who cried wolf. After so many lies, no one would believe him anymore.

Even a child understood a principle that simple.

Emma forcefully pulled her hand from Evan’s tight grasp.

She looked at the man she had loved for eleven years and suddenly let out a soft sigh.

***

Evan didn’t sleep well all night. Every time he was about to drift off, he would jolt awake from a dream, as if it were a stress response.

Only when he opened his eyes and saw Emma still beside him would his tense heart gradually calm down.

It was like that all night, a repeating cycle that never ceased.

The next morning, as the first ray of sunlight filtered through the sheer curtains and into the room, Evan finally let out a breath of relief.

He opened his eyes and looked at Emma, who was still fast asleep beside him.

Her delicate nose, the sweep of her long lashes, her pale red lips, and her flawless skin.

Eleven years, and her face seemed unchanged.

He felt as if at any moment, she would open those bright, lovely eyes, smile, and throw herself into his arms, burying her head shyly in his chest, holding him and asking him to stay with her just a little longer.

And him?

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