All Chapters of One Night Stand With My Hubby's Cousin: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Evelyn's POV“So… what happened? Why did he suddenly go radio silent?”“Well… it’s not a big deal. That day he came over, Sebastian showed up at the same time. I canceled on him so Sebastian wouldn’t notice.”I gave her the rundown of that day, including Julian’s glance when he left—the one that haunted my nightmares for days.“Do you think he’s jealous?”“No way. We’re not even that kind of relationship.”“Then maybe he wants to cut things off,” Maddie analyzed. “Guys are basically animals—they do whatever the hell they want. Even if they’re jealous, they wouldn’t just… go without sex, right?”Wow. Those are… two very different takes.“So if he’s not replying, he’s probably seeing another woman. He’s breaking up with you. Wait… well, you weren’t exactly dating,” Maddie concluded, putting the matter to rest.“But our arrangement was his idea in the first place. He was the one who pushed to sleep with me—I only said yes. Even if he wanted to end it, he’d usually say something, not vani

Evelyn's POVAutumn in Seattle looks like someone spent an unreasonable amount of money commissioning the world’s most relaxing landscape painting.Maple trees are on fire with color, the ocean stretches out in the distance like it’s posing for a postcard, snow-dusted mountains sit on the horizon pretending to be modest, and rain showers wander through whenever they feel like making a dramatic entrance.Honestly, the whole place makes me a little excited. Like the city itself is in a good mood and might rub off on me if I stand here long enough.The moment we got to the hotel, Sebastian started encouraging—okay, aggressively encouraging—me to go mingle with him.Apparently this summit wasn’t just attracting environmentalists and animal protection groups. There were also companies exploring “future industries,” which is a phrase that, in Sebastian’s vocabulary, translates roughly to potential investors with very deep pockets.And Sebastian Langford has never met a networking opportunit

Evelyn's POVDing—My phone calendar popped up with a reminder: Eve & Seb’s Wedding Anniversary ❤️.Apparently, neither Sebastian nor I had taken this date seriously enough to remember it on our own, because neither of us had mentioned it all day, even though we had only been married for two years and yet somehow, whatever we once had already felt… faded.I stared at the little heart icon on the screen and suddenly found it almost laughable, as if it belonged to a version of us that no longer existed, and after a brief pause, I deleted the reminder without hesitation, deciding that I didn’t need a yearly notification just to feel uncomfortable on the same date again.“Guess who?”A familiar male presence closed in from behind me, and before I could react, a pair of hands covered my eyes; through the gaps between his fingers, sunlight fractured into scattered pieces, soft and almost dreamlike, reminding me of the day Sebastian proposed to me—another perfect day, just like this one.Bac

Evelyn's POVHis voice dropped, quieter than before, and it didn’t sound like he was testing me anymore so much as confirming something he already believed to be true.I didn’t answer right away. Instead, I kept my eyes on the water, where the last trace of gold had already sunk beneath the surface, leaving behind nothing but a stretch of cold, muted blue.“What do you think?” I asked instead.He didn’t reply, but I felt his arms tighten around me, just slightly, as if he were afraid I might fall—or maybe, more accurately, afraid I might walk away.By the time dinner started, he had returned to his usual self.He cut my steak for me, poured my wine, and at some point, without drawing attention to it, swapped out the herbs on my plate for the ones I actually liked; every detail was handled flawlessly, almost too flawlessly, in a way that felt less like habit and more like compensation for something unspoken.Elegant. Composed. Impeccable.That was the version of him I had fallen in lov

Evelyn's POVHe opened two large boxes and revealed a dress and a pair of heels.The dress, admittedly, was beautiful—more than that, it was perfectly suited to me, with its understated white palette and clean, elegant lines that struck the exact balance between sophistication and restraint, making it ideal for a formal dinner without feeling overly ostentatious.“I chose it based on your taste,” he said, watching my reaction. “Do you like it?”“Is it… a bit too formal?” I asked, running my fingers lightly over the fabric.“I understand this world better than you do,” he said with a faint smile. “If you show up looking too modest, you won’t land sponsors. People like to talk about the future, about philanthropy, but in the end, it’s always about interests. Trust me—this will work in your favor.”“Thank you,” I said after a brief pause. “I really do like it.”Even if I didn’t want to admit it, he was right about certain things, and it was hard to reject something this thoughtfully chos