Chapter 258
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Walter’s claim was fierce and bossy. His eyes, red and piercing, locked onto Evangeline as if she belonged to him and him alone. Evangeline froze, her heart skipping a beat.
How much better would things be if Walter said these words when he was sober? Life never dealt in what- ifs though.
Evangeline’s eyes fell, and a pang of guilt hit her. She had not meant to tease Walter, not really. She wanted to see him stumble a bit, but somehow, she was the one who ended up getting hurt.
She swatted Walter’s hand away with a sharp smack and barked out her command. “Can you walk or not? If you can, then get yourself home–now!”
The clock had already struck eleven, deep into the night.
Evangeline checked the time and, with a heavy sigh, decided to change course. Trey, with his years piling up, would worry himself sick if he knew Walter was very intoxicated.
She was not planning on bringing Walter to her place either.
Mulling over her options, Evangeline let out a sigh and picked a path at the crossroads, her car zipping. into the night.
Walter was something else. Blame it on the booze, but the guy who could not stop blabbering about how he would work his tail off once they were married, how they would have a bunch of kids, even going so far as to plan his dad–to–be parenting strategy–had conked out in under five minutes flat.
Pulling up to Crystal Waters House, Evangeline stepped out and opened the back door, only to find Walter asleep
In sleep, Walter’s usual sharp edges softened. His handsome features, usually so stern–those deep eyes,” high nose, and striking eyes–seemed gentle, almost as peaceful as a baby’s.
Evangeline had never really seen Walter like this before.
He was the kind of man who was always up with the sun and would dove into work. He would always be the first to greet the morning. Not this time, it seemed.
“Walter, come on, snap out of it. We’re home!” She gently tapped his cheek, trying to rouse him.
He blinked slowly, his eyes clouded with confusion. “Home?”
In a flash, he sat up, taking in the sight of Crystal Waters House just a stone’s throw away
Evangeline could tell by the look in his eyes that he had shaken off the fog of sleep–or whatever it was- during the ride home.
She decided to file away the night’s events as nothing more than a sweet dream.
“Let’s get you up, time to crash.”
She helped Walter to his feet, but no sooner had they stepped inside than he mumbled something about needing a bath.
Walter was a stickler for cleanliness, and Evangeline knew better than to argue. She got the bath ready.
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then left him to it and flopped back on the bed to lose herself in some videos.
She was having a blast until she glanced at the clock and realized it was way past midnight.
She frowned, puzzled. Walter was taking forever for his bath.
Evangeline hopped out of bed and knocked on the bathroom door, a bit worried. “Walter? Are you okay there?”
Only the sound of water answered her. No sign of Walter’s voice.
It was then she recalled Walter had been burning up with a fever at the bar.
Kicking herself for forgetting, she flung open the bathroom door.
There he was, sprawled out in the tub, the water still warm, fast asleep with his head resting at the edge.
Evangeline rushed to his side and felt his forehead. It seemed a little cooler than before, at least.
If Walter did not get out of that tub soon, he was bound to catch a cold by morning.
