Chapter 1197

No.1

"Always belonged to the Kingsleys. Deed's returned."

"The floor below—"

"On the market. The agent showed it today."

"So you're just a nouveau riche now? Step aside, Property Tycoon. I can't possibly reach your level."

"Every penny goes back to the Kingsleys! Severing ties means settling every cent they ever spent on me."

Evelyn arched a brow. "Not my problem. Move—"

Alexander remained immovable. "If you don't let me in, I'll sleep right here tonight. Evelyn, we're still married. You wouldn't abandon me like this."

No.2

She'd never seen Alexander so shameless.

Crossing her arms, she said, "Ever heard 'when poverty comes in the door, love flies out the window'? I do pity you... so let's divorce."

Alexander: "?"

Evelyn: "You're penniless now. Sold your homes, still maintaining luxury cars. I can barely afford Sophie's medical bills—certainly not a grown man who won't pull his weight. We're better off apart."

Alexander: "?!"

As he opened his mouth to retort, a soft chuckle came from the elevator lobby.

Under Alexander's darkening glare, Julian Ashford stepped out calmly.

No.3

He nodded at Evelyn before swiping into his own apartment.

His parting words—"Pathetic clinginess"—drifted clearly to their ears.

Alexander's temper ignited.

Him? Clingy?

He was Evelyn's lawful husband!

What was Julian?

Not even qualified to be the other man!

No.4

Evelyn seized the chance to slip inside.

Alexander could've stopped her.

But fearing she might fall, he hesitated for one fatal second.

The door slammed shut.

Storm clouds gathered over his face as he descended.

Nathan Carter and Ethan Miller shuddered in unison at his expression.

"Lord Alex—"

No.5

Alexander bit out, "What worthless guides did you find?"

Those so-called dating manuals were utterly useless!

Nathan tremblingly produced another book. "Maybe... try this one?"

Alexander: "And if it fails?"

Nathan looked ready to cry. "Then Ethan and I stay single forever?"

Ethan blinked. Why was he dragged into this?

Late at night, Evelyn peeked through the peephole.

No.6

The hallway stood empty.

She exhaled in relief—only to worry about avoiding Julian tomorrow.

Yet when she opened her door next morning, she nearly tripped over the man sprawled across her threshold.

"Sleep well, Evelyn?" Alexander sat up from his makeshift bed.

Evelyn gaped. "Have you lost your mind?!"

He'd actually slept outside her door all night?

"Naturally." Alexander stood, wheeling his suitcase inside with brazen confidence.

No.7

Evelyn bristled. "What are you doing?"

"Moving in with my wife." He pulled out toiletries and headed straight for the bathroom.

"Get out!" she snapped.

After rinsing, Alexander planted a kiss on her cheek. "What was that?"

Evelyn trembled with rage.

Alexander would always be her nightmare!