Chapter 1302
No.1
Yet the fever had returned.
"What happened to you?" Evelyn Sinclair frowned, her fingertips jerking back when they brushed his scorching forehead.
Alexander Kingsley lay weakly on the couch, but his gaze burned into her, a satisfied smile curling his lips.
That look sent tremors through her heart.
"Let's go to the hospital." Her voice softened unconsciously as she reached for his forehead again.
Burning hot.
"Evelyn," Alexander suddenly grabbed her wrist, "skip work today. Stay with me."
No.2
Her entire arm stiffened.
"Can you...talk normally for once?"
This tone, this look—where was the usual cold, aloof Alexander?
It unsettled her more than his previous attempts to please her.
"Evelyn," he buried his face in her palm, "when did you go to Kingsley Group last night?"
"I went after finishing work." She dodged the question.
"Who told you I was there?" Despite the fever, his mind was sharp.
No.3
"Someone from the Kingsley family."
She swallowed the word "grandmother."
If he really wanted to know, he'd find out.
"Phone call?" he pressed.
Evelyn hesitated. "No, I went back to the Kingsley residence."
Alexander abruptly pushed himself up.
"You went back?"
No.4
"Yes. What's wrong?" Her expression remained calm.
He swayed as he tried to stand.
"What are you doing?" Evelyn steadied him.
"Going back to the Kingsley residence." His face darkened.
The truth was worse than he'd imagined.
She had returned, only to be deliberately sent away.
Meanwhile, he'd waited like a fool, stewing in frustration when she never came back.
No.5
"Stop this." She reached for him, but he shook her off.
"Alexander!" She wrapped her arms around his waist and dragged him back onto the couch.
Too weak to resist, he collapsed onto the cushions. When he tried to rise again, she pinned him down.
"Stop moving! What if you hurt the baby?" she scolded.
Alexander froze, then pulled her tighter against him.
"Evelyn..." His earlier anger vanished as he buried his face in her neck. "Just a little longer..."
She felt his arms tighten around her.
No.6
He always held her like this—so fiercely she could barely breathe.
After everything, she no longer knew what it meant.
Once, she'd naively thought such desperate embraces meant at least some possessiveness.
Later, she learned possessiveness meant nothing. People felt possessive about jewelry and clothes too.
She refused to be an ornament in his life.
Especially after seeing Isabella Winslow standing beside him...
"Enough," she pushed at his shoulders. "Let's go to the hospital, okay?"
No.7
Alexander shook his head.
"Medicine is enough."
He fought to stay conscious.
"I'll go with you," she coaxed.
He scoffed, clearly not believing her.
Her promises to stay were empty, but her threats to leave were always real.