Married by Mistake: Mr. Whitman’s Sinner Wife

Chapter 2450

Evan was very direct. He had never beat about the bush with Fabian.

Fabian did not deny it either, but he could not accept Evan’s choice of words. "She’s undoubtedly a very fine lady, so much better than those libertine women you keep by your side. Not to mention, it’s such a coincidence that you two have met before. You even know her father. Maybe you two really are fated." 1

Evan raised his eyebrow. "Young Master Fabian, you still wish to matchmake me? But you have to get this clear. The one she’s interested in is you."

"I don't even know her that well. At most, she might fancy my appearance,” Fabian said coldly. He then called a servant to bring Lillian back to the room to take a bath first.

Evan did not really agree with Fabian’s perspective. "It’s only because of one's attraction to another’s appearance, that one would then feel inclined to learn more about the other on a personal level. Fab, you’re still too naive. It seems that I have to teach you more about this."

"Do these things need to be taught?" Fabian smiled meaningfully. "If the person you’re facing is a woman you like, then there are some things that you can only learn by

yourself. There can’t be such dense men in the world, no?"

Listening to Fabian's speech, Evan found it unexpected.

Fabian was not wrong, there were no such dense men in this world. Love was an instinct.

After that night, Fabian still sent Lillian to school as usual, and Julie would also still inform him of Lillian's performance in class.

Fabian would thank Julie politely every time he read her message.

Julie could obviously notice that Fabian was being courteous because he was trying to maintain a distance from her. That was because only strangers would thank each other like this.

During lunch break that day, after Julie had taken videos of Lillian’s entire day and sent them to Fabian, she returned to her office with anticipation, she waited for Fabian's reply. After a long time, however, Fabian still did not respond.

One of the female colleagues in the office saw the listless expression on Julie's face and could not help poke her nose into things. " Julie, why do you look so distracted. Could it be that you and your boyfriend are arguing?

Julie suddenly returned to her senses. She looked at her colleague in confusion. " Boyfriend? I don't have a boyfriend. Why would you ask that?"

"I knew you wouldn't admit it." Another young female colleague had also come over.

Julie was confused when she heard that. "I really don't have a boyfriend."

"You're still denying it. We all saw you that night." The look on Colleague A was gossipy yet certain.

Julie was even more confused. "That night?

Which night are you talking about?"

"We saw you get into Mr. Johnson's car that night."

"No wonder you're taking so much care of Lillian, Julie. You and Mr. Johnson are dating!"

"Mr. Johnson is really handsome! When he came to go through the admission procedures for Lillian the last time, he was so gentle and polite. If I didn’t have a boyfriend, I would’ve fallen for him."

"But our Julie is not bad at all, and your family background is pretty good. Whoever marries our Julie will be the one who’s blessed."

The two female colleagues were going back and forth between themselves. Julie did not have the opportunity to interject and explain.

When she heard all this, she suddenly did not want to explain anything at all.

Yes, the background of her family, the Charles, was one of the best in F Country. Her own qualifications were also excellent, she had always been surrounded by suitors ever since she was a child.

Among the people who pursued her, there were many with family backgrounds that matched hers, and they also had outstanding looks. She had also thought about falling in love before, but in the end, she got bored after a few days.

When she met Fabian this time, however, she was completely attracted to his invisible charm.

Fabian's patience and thoughtfulness toward Lillian fascinated her.Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.