Chapter 1086
No.1
That was Alexander Kingsley!
Did she have a death wish? Don't drag us down with you!
"Editor-in-chief..." Iris Cooper looked ready to cry.
This was the living legend of global finance—the prodigy who'd conquered Wall Street by twenty-seven!
She'd assumed he was just another spoiled heir, but seeing him in person revealed the chasm between their worlds. How could Evelyn remain so composed?
With a sigh, Evelyn finally walked over under the weight of everyone's stares. "What can I do for you, Mr. Kingsley?"
Wasn't that polite enough?
No.2
Alexander averted his eyes. "Pour me water."
Evelyn: "..."
Too tired to argue, she turned toward the water dispenser to find a cup.
The sound of rummaging pierced the quiet lounge.
"Where are the paper cups? Don't you have disposable ones?" she muttered under her breath.
The entire room watched her with bated breath.
Isabella finally snapped. "Alex never drinks from water dispensers. He only takes Prehistoric Spring or Vienn."
No.3
"Oh?" Evelyn shot Alexander a meaningful look. "How refined of Lord Alex. My apologies—we common folk aren't familiar with such luxuries. Since Miss Winslow knows so well, perhaps she should fetch it?"
She genuinely hadn't known.
At Royal Gardens, Alexander only drank water she poured—left at his bedside and desk, meticulously measured to the perfect temperature for his stomach.
Back then, a single sip from him could make her day.
Only now did she realize how worthless her efforts had been in his eyes.
Hundred-dollar bottled water was his norm—an intimate detail of his life with Isabella she'd never been privy to.
"Where's your water?" Alexander demanded impatiently.
No.4
He hated the look in Evelyn's eyes now.
How could she sever their past so cleanly, as if all her tenderness had been a lie?
Evelyn Sinclair had just picked up a paper cup when Alexander Kingsley spoke coldly, "You actually believe Isabella Winslow's words?"
Her fingers froze mid-air.
Isabella's face turned deathly pale.
It was common knowledge that Alexander never drank from cups handed to him in public.
Yet now, he was asking Evelyn to pour him water?
No.5
Evelyn calmly filled the cup with cold water and handed it to him. "Here you go, Mr. Kingsley."
The room held its breath.
Alexander's slender fingers grasped the cup, but he paused before drinking. Instead, he poured the water into the trash.
"Too cold," he said flatly.
The tension in the room eased.
This was more like the Alexander they knew.
Nathan Carter, however, broke into a cold sweat.
No.6
The current Evelyn was no longer the meek lamb she once was.
He hurried to smooth things over. "Miss Sinclair, Lord Alex prefers lukewarm water."
Evelyn scoffed and refilled the same cup.
The paper cup had softened, its edges slightly warped.
This time, Alexander didn't even touch it. He crushed it and tossed it aside.
"No lemon."
He remembered clearly—every morning, there used to be a glass of lukewarm water with a lemon slice by his bedside.
No.7
That had been Evelyn's habit.
For him to mention it now was already a major concession.
Evelyn stared at him as if he were insane. "Where am I supposed to find lemons now?"
She checked her watch. "If you're done here, I need to attend the premiere ceremony."
Alexander's eyes darkened. "You think that's still happening?"
The temperature in the lounge seemed to drop instantly.