Chapter 212 - Epilogue 4 (1/2)

After two years

In Paris's airport, Evangeline stepped inside the line of waiting people in the airport lounge. Her eyes then moistened as tears pooled in her lashes. The anger she felt at the person bumping into her was forgotten.

And before she knew it, she was hugging him. His arms circled her waist, making her forget where they were.

”Ah god. I miss you so much,” she exhaled.

Eric smiled and pushed her a little to look at her teary face. He then gently brushed away her hair and said, ”Even though we always video call each other?”

Evangeline's cheeks puffed, and her lips pointed forward. ”It's very different in person.. It took you this long to finish everything in Burberry, so it's your fault for making me wait.”

”Sorry about that. It took longer to finish my quota than I expected. But everything is fine now.” Eric patted her head and smiled.

Evangeline hadn't seen him in person for months, and it was very different on screen. In person, she was struck anew by how good he looked. He was attractive before without his disguise but now . . . he seemed so mȧturė. He carried himself with confidence and ȧssurance, and his eyes were deeper shades of grey than before. It added to his attractiveness that it was no longer just conventional good looks.

”Is something wrong with my face?” Eric asked.

”You look so handsome. How did that happen?”

Eric laughed a little. ”Thank you? And you look as beautiful as always. Your hair is . . .” Eric trailed off.

For the last two years, Evangeline was constantly changing her hair color and style.

”Looking good,” Eric continued when he felt that tingling in his spine with just her look.

Evangeline beamed and flexed her hair. ”I know, right? And just so you know, I go by Eva Hart now. Your fiancée is a rising stylist, you know. So a pseudo name is essential.”

”I . . . I guess, ”Eric could only agree. However, he didn't know why she chose Eva Hart. She might as well use her real name.

”Shall we go?”

Evangeline nodded and circled her hands on Eric's as they walked towards the parking lot.

When they settled Eric's luggage in the trunk, they got inside the car. The moment they did, he grabbed Evangeline's face and smashed his lips against hers.

Evangeline recoiled, hands against Eric's ċhėst. She didn't push him through. Instead, she closed her eyes and returned his intensity. It had been too, too long since they last kissed. Too long.

”Sorry it took so long,” he said and opened the box.

Stumbled in Evangeline's view was a simple ring embellished with diamonds in all shapes, sizes, and colors.

And her smile drop.

”What's wrong?” Eric said, sweat running in his palms.

”It's just . . . now that you are all rich and all. I expected something grand of a proposal.” Evangeline looked at Eric and flung her hair aside. ”But I guess this will also do.”

She then extended her hand at him. The glittering silver shone on her ring finger. The one that Eric gave her before she left for Paris.

Eric's brows crunched a little as he put on the ring for her. ”Just give me an hour . . . No. Thirty minutes.”

He then dialed someone on his phone.

”It's fine, Eric. I'm just joking with you,” Evangeline said with a laugh. But Eric continued the call.

Afterwhich he looked at her and said, ”Can we start all over after thirty minutes?”

”Eric, it's really fine,” Evangeline insisted, but Eric just changed the subject.

”Your brother has all grown up,” he said.

Evangeline rolled her eyes. ”Barely four years old. I hardly call it all grown up.” She then flashed her phone on Eric's face, excitement in her tone. ”Do you see this? this is my latest style on him. Doesn't he look cute?”

”I wanted him to be my model, but that bit––Angel won't let me. Can you believe it? She's hindering his future saying that the showbiz world is toxic and . . . blah . . . blah . . .”

Evangeline rant on and on while Eric enjoyed looking at the picture. Even if Evangeline didn't say it, she loved her little brother. Just from the carefully selected material down to the intricate design. She couldn't have done it without a care for the wearer.

And before they knew it, it was already thirty minutes. Eric drove the car out while Evangeline told stories about her ventures in Paris.

”And then I have this client,” she said, ”a big shot in New York. His name is Luke Ja––”