Chapter 1077
No.1
He injured himself boiling water?
What happened to the icy genius from the lab days?
"Gentler..." Tears pricked her eyes from the pain.
Alexander paused.
His gaze dropped to her pale lips, darkening.
Ethan peeked in again. "Lord Alex, should I go buy some—"
"Out." A single glare sent him scurrying.
No.2
...
By dawn, Evelyn finally took proper medication and slept.
She woke alone.
Fumbling for her phone, she called Martha Nash to take sick leave.
The moment she hung up, Julian Ashford called.
"Senior, I'm fine..." Her voice was frail.
The phone vanished from her grip.
No.3
Alexander stood by the bed, sneering into the receiver. "No need for your concern."
Evelyn reached for it, but he held it high above her.
"You've been dumped," Julian's voice came through.
Alexander yanked Evelyn against his chest. "Darling, rest some more."
She froze.
Since when did he use such cheesy pet names?
Worse, his eyes remained arctic despite the sugary words.
No.4
"You held on so tight last night, I can barely grip a pen today." His performance continued.
Goosebumps rose on her skin.
Something had clearly possessed him!
After his act, he powered off the phone and tossed it back.
"Want to hear more?" He arched a brow.
Evelyn slammed the door shut and dove under the covers.
...
No.5
A knock startled her awake.
Bleary-eyed, she went to answer.
Before recognizing the visitor, unfamiliar arms yanked her into an embrace.
Evelyn's drowsiness evaporated instantly.
She shoved the person before her away, finally recognizing Julian Ashford.
The raw emotions swirling in his eyes caught her off guard, exposing feelings once carefully concealed.
"Julian..."
No.6
He recovered faster than she did.
Grabbing her wrist, he marched them both into the apartment.
"Where is he?"
His gaze swept the empty living room. Without waiting for an answer, he stormed toward the bedroom.
Only then did Evelyn notice the unnatural silence. "He's gone. I had stomach pain last night and slept heavily just now."
Julian's footsteps carried unmistakable fury. She hurried to explain, "Nothing happened between us, we really—"
Her words died mid-sentence.
No.7
The kitchen's disastrous state came into view.
Julian stood amidst the wreckage, his aura darkening by the second.
Crunch.
Glass shattered beneath his shoes.
"He trashed your place?" His voice dripped ice when he turned.