Chapter 110
No.1
The temperature around Alexander seemed to drop, his gaze turning stormy.
Evelyn couldn't understand why he harbored such hostility toward Julian.
There had never been anything between them.
Was it because of that accident?
Her eyes unconsciously drifted to Alexander's leg—the one that had once been fractured. Now, no trace remained.
Noticing her gaze, Alexander's heart stirred.
She still remembered...
No.2
"I was too impulsive earlier," he said suddenly, his tone softening. "There's really nothing between Isabella Winslow and me."
"Your personal affairs don't require any explanation to me," Evelyn said coolly.
Alexander ignored her dismissal.
"I'll give you an answer for this," he declared firmly.
"I don't need it!" Evelyn's voice rose sharply.
"You will." His tone brooked no argument. "Quit your job at Horizon Media. Come to Kingsley Group."
Evelyn stared at him in disbelief.
No.3
"On what grounds?" She stood abruptly. "Alexander Kingsley, we broke up!"
"If we hadn't, you wouldn't be making these mistakes!" he snapped, raising his voice. "Do you even realize the path you're walking?"
He cut himself off abruptly.
"I have no idea what you're talking about," Evelyn said with a cold laugh. "All I know is that my life has been better without you!"
"Without me?" Alexander sneered. "Ryan Holt's scandal, Vincent Sullivan's interview, the trouble with the film crew—which of these didn't rely on me?"
"Go on!" Evelyn took a step forward. "Keep talking! Let's see how much worse you can make this!"
Silence engulfed the room.
No.4
Alexander froze.
The Evelyn before him burned with a fury he'd never seen before—flames that made her glow with vivid, breathtaking intensity.
Slowly, Evelyn regained her composure.
"Alexander Kingsley, let me make this clear," she enunciated each word. "For Ryan Holt, I planted a camera in the couch seam."
"Vincent Sullivan's interview? His wife and I go way back."
"As for Orange Media, I have leverage over them."
"Without you, I can handle everything just fine."
No.5
She met his gaze head-on.
"You mean nothing to me."
The words hit Alexander like a sledgehammer.
For the first time, he realized how accustomed he'd grown to seeing dependence in her eyes.
Now, all that remained was resolve.
Alexander stood rooted to the spot, utterly at a loss.
He had no idea how to respond.
No.6
The words escaped Alexander Kingsley's lips before he realized what he was saying.
"I never meant to hurt you."
Evelyn Sinclair's mouth curved into a mocking smile.
Never meant to?
Then why did every memory of him after their breakup feel like retaliation?
As if she'd committed some unforgivable sin...
"Do you like the roses?" Alexander suddenly asked.
No.7
Evelyn froze.
The unfamiliarity and confusion in her eyes made his brow furrow.
She didn't like them?
"I don't know what game you're playing," Evelyn met his gaze, self-mockery outweighing bewilderment in her eyes. "Alexander, we're over. Isn't this pathetic?"
When she'd begged, he'd withheld.
Now that she wanted nothing, he forced it upon her.
No treasure could tempt her now...