Eleven Years All to the Wrong Man novel Chapter 87

As the gala officially began, a steady stream of guests approached Evan to exchange greetings.

Emma stood quietly by his side. Everyone who came to greet and flatter Evan would, after he introduced her, offer her a few compliments as well.

But that superficial respect was directed at the man beside her, not at her.

Watching the man before her, radiant and the center of everyone's attention, Emma felt no admiration or love in her eyes—only a faint, inscrutable flicker of doubt.

Yes, doubt.

She wondered if she had refused Evan's request to give up her career and stay home, would she be standing here today, earning the same respect and admiration on her own merit?

But no matter how much she regretted it, the past was irreversible.

Evan was still deep in conversation, completely oblivious to her. Emma quietly took a few steps back. Standing behind him like this, she felt like nothing more than an accessory.

Feeling bored, Emma found a quiet corner, picked up a glass of whiskey from a passing tray, and was about to take a drink when a hand suddenly gripped her wrist.

“You shouldn't be drinking.”

A familiar male voice sounded beside her. Emma turned to see a cold, frosty face.

“Mr... Allen?”

Emma frowned, a hint of surprise in her eyes. “You're… attending the gala too?”

A high-profile charity event like this was a gathering of the city's elite. Seeing Nathan here was genuinely unexpected.

“Yes.”

Nathan took the glass from her hand and set it down on a nearby table.

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