Chapter 131
No.1
His voice turned her blood to ice.
Alexander was awake.
Isabella stood paralyzed, nails digging into her palms.
Why was she always one step too late?
"You...you were exhausted last night," she forced a coy smile, cheeks flushing. "I didn't have the heart to wake you..."
Alexander's frown deepened.
He remembered Evelyn.
No.2
Fragmented memories filled with her.
"Who sent you?" His tone could cut steel.
"It was Evelyn..." Isabella fumbled for the keycard. "She said you were drunk—asked me to check on you..."
His expression darkened dangerously.
"Get out."
Isabella bit her lip. "Alexander, we've already—"
"Mrs. Wilson works for you, doesn't she?" His冷笑 was glacial. "Shall I pull the Royal Gardens surveillance footage?"
No.3
She paled.
"I—"
"Three seconds. Disappear."
......
In the hallway, Isabella blocked Alexander's path.
"You can't do this to me!" Her voice rose hysterically. "Last night you—"
"Proof?" His gaze was contemptuous. "I recall nothing."
No.4
Her eyes widened in disbelief.
"Seven years ago, without me, Kingsley Group would've collapsed!" She screamed. "I saved your life!"
Alexander stopped. His stare grew arctic.
"Did I ask you to?"
The words stabbed like knives.
"Then why her?" Isabella shrilled. "Why does Evelyn get everything?"
Suddenly, Alexander smiled. It never reached his eyes.
No.5
"Because I love her." Each syllable was a blade. "What does owing you have to do with it? I thought you despised trading favors, Miss Winslow."
Isabella staggered back as Alexander strode away.
So he knew.
Every cruel word she'd thrown at Evelyn. Every servant she'd bribed.
......
Alexander went straight to the hospital.
The moment he opened the ward door, his gaze locked onto the slender figure curled on the cot.
No.6
Those hazy memories sharpened.
He was certain now—it had been her last night.
But as he took his first step toward her...
Alexander Kingsley took a step forward.
Patriarch Kingsley suddenly sat up in his hospital bed.
"Shh—" He raised a finger to his lips, whispering urgently. "Get out. Evelyn stayed with me all night. Let her sleep."
Alexander froze.
No.7
All night?
His gaze shifted to Evelyn Sinclair curled up on the cot. Only half her face peeked out from the blanket, long lashes casting shadows under her eyes.
His heart clenched like an invisible fist had seized it.
That woman last night... couldn't have been her?
"Alexander?" Madeline Kingsley approached him in the hallway. "Perfect timing. Your grandmother needs to speak with you."
She pulled him to the far end of the corridor.
"It's time to end things with Evelyn." The old woman cut straight to the point.