Chapter 1007
No.1
The bruises on her neck and shoulders stood stark under the harsh light.
Alexander gripped her wrist, scanning the injuries with a dark glare. "Explain."
"I fell."
Behind the casual reply echoed the screech of brakes from that night.
His laugh was cold. "Fell? Or let some man mark you?"
The yellowing bruises could've been from when she followed him.
Served her right.
No.2
Evelyn trembled—then laughed.
"Something funny?" He seized her chin. "Guilty?"
His fingers tightened. "Was it Julian? Or someone new?"
His hand slid to her waist, where the worst bruises were. She gasped in pain.
Alexander's eyes glinted. "Others can touch you, but I can't?"
Evelyn swallowed her tears, her smile self-mocking.
"Wait here, Lord Alex. I have something for you."
No.3
The sudden formality made him frown.
A knock interrupted them.
She slipped into the walk-in closet, emerging in a pale blue qipao. Alexander was examining something in his hand.
His gaze lingered on her, the anger fading slightly.
"Take it." He tossed it carelessly.
The object landed at her feet like a bone thrown to a stray.
A tube of ointment.
No.4
"Not just a stiff neck?" His tone dripped condescension.
Evelyn picked it up, then retrieved an engraved wooden box from her bag. She placed the ointment inside and held it out.
"These belong to you now."
The box looked familiar.
Alexander took it, flipping it open. The gleam of jewelry illuminated his suddenly stormy expression.
"Birthday gifts from you over the years." Her voice was calm. "Returned intact."
She remembered losing the sunflower hairpin he gave her at fourteen, crying as she searched the garden all day.
No.5
Later, he'd tossed her this box, telling her to keep valuables safe.
Just like everything else he gave—carelessly discarded.
The box slammed against the wall, scattering jewels across the floor.
Evelyn's heart ached.
Her most cherished treasures were nothing but trash to him.
Evelyn's fingertips trembled slightly, but she maintained her composure. "Lord Alex has always been generous. These items are priceless. Perhaps... Miss Winslow would appreciate them more..."
It would be such a waste to destroy them.
No.6
"Do you think Isabella would want your trash?" Alexander's lips curled in disdain. "She's not like you, dazzled by shiny baubles."
In his eyes, Isabella was an untouchable goddess, while Evelyn was nothing but a gold-digging social climber.
Hypocritical. Opportunistic. A status-seeker hiding behind false purity.
"The Kingsleys treated you well all these years." He loosened his tie, gaze sharp as a blade. "Yet we somehow raised someone with such vulgar tastes."
His eyes swept over the scattered gifts, his smirk deepening. "You hoarded every trinket I tossed your way like treasures. Now you return them with this pathetic display. Disgusting."
His tall frame was silhouetted against the frosted bathroom glass. "If you don't want them, throw them away properly. Don't litter my home."
Evelyn stared at the discarded presents, her eyes hollow.
No.7
He'd given her extravagant jewelry, military training medals, even rare collector's edition game cartridges...
Some were indeed worthless.
But his accusation of greed...
If longing for someone's warmth was greed, then yes—she had been greedy.
Ravenously so.
Now his cruel words fell like hail on frozen ground, leaving no trace.