Slowly Falling into His Love Trap-Chapter 85: Marrying Only for the Betrothal Gifts
Eleanor stared at Evelyn, her pretty face clouded with awkward embarrassment. Looking at those who had just joined her in humiliating Evelyn, they all shifted their gazes, unwilling to disgrace themselves in such a setting.
"Evelyn!" Eleanor approached her, "Have you forgotten? Cecilia Lynch’s future is still in my hands?"
Evelyn gritted her teeth in hatred, "What else can you do besides threatening me?"
"The fact that I can threaten you is the inherent favor my parents have bestowed upon me since birth!" Eleanor looked down at Evelyn arrogantly, "What about your parents? What can they give you, and what can you offer them?"
Upon hearing this, Evelyn’s expression collapsed somewhat, her beautiful eyes filled with deep pain.
She missed her family.
She missed them all the time.
She didn’t need much from her parents; she just wanted a simple kinship, and that was enough.
Yet, even such thoughts were extravagant desires.
"No matter how much you know, what does it matter? You’re someone who has to fight for a living. You don’t have the time or the qualifications to pursue what you want, especially those high-flying men who will never belong to you!" Eleanor spoke with spite.
Seeing the forlornness on Evelyn’s face, Eleanor smiled contentedly and added, "The man you will marry will definitely not appear at such an upscale party!"
"It doesn’t matter." Evelyn bit out her words.
Eleanor glanced dismissively at Evelyn and said coldly, "Servant, this is the last time in your life you’ll attend such a party. Cherish this memory! I have things to do, I’ll come find you later."
Listening to Eleanor’s gradually receding mocking voice and the surrounding wealthy wives pointing and sneering, Evelyn’s vision grew blurry, her eyes filling with tears on the verge of overflowing.
Her nose felt sour, and her heart ached as if trampled by thousands of soldiers.
She constantly reminded herself not to cry.
What had she ever lost to them?
She had hands and feet, could eat her fill and dress warmly, and had never done anything against others, so why should she be inferior?
Yet, she felt so terribly uncomfortable, uncontrollably so.
Why could those people speak lies so blatantly to ridicule her?
Just as Evelyn couldn’t stand it anymore and wanted to run away, a gentle voice sounded, "Evelyn? Is that really you?"
Her gaze trembled as Evelyn looked at the person beside her, and upon seeing Logan Shaw, she was completely stunned.
Why was he here?
Seeing Evelyn’s eyes reddened and having heard some rumors just now, Logan’s brows furrowed tightly as he pulled her away from the venue.
Once they reached a secluded corner, Logan took out his suit pocket handkerchief, handed it to Evelyn, and said softly, "Don’t let them affect you."
Evelyn bit her thin lips, remaining dazed and motionless.
"Don’t you know you are far better off than them?" Logan continued to comfort her, "What do they know besides Chanel, LV, Hermès? Once divorced from money, they are nothing."
He paused before continuing, "And how many families can stay wealthy for generations? They are even more pitiful; to ensure their family’s lasting prosperity, they must marry into a suitable household. No matter the man’s appearance, character, or substance, they marry only for the dowry. But you can find the man you truly love and live a simple life, isn’t that wonderful?"
