Chapter 1660
No.1
From her dark hair to the pearl-embellished hem, down to her delicate ankles. Too radiant.
The Evelyn in his memory always wore white—pure, untouchable. Only after she left did he realize she could blaze like this.
Now, everyone saw what was once his alone.
He wanted to hide her away.
"Miss Sinclair. Long time no see." He broke the silence first.
She nearly laughed. They’d shared dinner two nights ago.
"An eternity," she replied flatly.
No.2
"I hear your career thrives," he drawled, "and you’ve become the Sullivan family’s savior? Their heir owes his homecoming to you."
The Sullivans paled.
Evelyn recognized his anger. That day, feverish and bedridden, he’d watched her rush off for Roman’s call.
Evelyn Sinclair understood the implication but refused to acknowledge it.
She met Alexander Kingsley's gaze, her voice perfectly composed.
"Lord Alex may be overthinking. I went there because lives were at stake, not some trivial ailment."
The air turned glacial.
No.3
Every guest sensed the sudden drop in temperature around Alexander.
People exchanged uneasy glances. Everyone knew about the bad blood between Evelyn and Alexander, but no one expected her to challenge him so boldly.
This was Kingsbury's infamous "Living Hades"!
"Alexander, when did you arrive?" Eleanor Kingsley and Madeline Kingsley approached.
Eleanor barely suppressed a smirk while Madeline turned away with a disdainful huff.
"You should've informed us," Eleanor deliberately stepped between them. "People might think you've established another family elsewhere."
Society ladies nearby tittered behind their hands, though their eyes remained glued to Alexander.
No.4
The elusive Kingsley heir rarely made public appearances.
Back when Isabella Winslow guarded him like a dragon, opportunities were scarce. Now...
"Miss Sinclair," Eleanor suddenly addressed Evelyn. "We were having such a delightful conversation earlier. Shall we continue?"
The room fell silent.
Evelyn felt dozens of scorching stares burning into her.
"My apologies," she smiled. "I have prior arrangements with Mr. Song regarding work matters."
The mentioned Roman Young stiffened, stammering, "Y-yes... project discussions..."
No.5
Alexander's glare made his knees buckle.
"Another time then." Eleanor graciously yielded.
Evelyn quickly guided the trembling Roman away.
"Evelyn, about Lord Alex—" Roman's voice shook.
"Don't worry," she assured the sweating young man. "You'll be fine."
After dismissing Roman, Evelyn turned—only to collide with a clumsy waiter.
Red wine splashed across her arm.
No.6
"Terribly sorry!" The flustered waiter thrust napkins at her.
Evelyn's fingers twitched as she accepted them—
Something was hidden inside.
......
Back in the ballroom, Alexander swirled his wine glass while scanning the crowd.
Roman had returned, but Evelyn and Julian Ashford were nowhere in sight.
"Excuse me." He set down his glass.
No.7
"Alexander!" Madeline's shrill call came from her circle of giggling socialites.
He walked away without a backward glance.
Madeline forced a laugh. "He's always been like this outside..."
"Lord Alex must be very filial at home." Yaxin Cui cozied up to Madeline.
This girl grew more pleasing by the minute—a hundred times better than that Sinclair wretch!
During a bathroom break, Madeline couldn't resist asking, "Are you seeing anyone, dear?"