Chapter 641
No.1
A smirk tugged at his lips.
Ignoring his fever, he carried her straight back to the hospital room.
He knew she wouldn't return willingly.
Fine. He'd do it for her.
If she wouldn't walk, he'd carry her.
"Where will you sleep?" Evelyn asked as he gently deposited her on the bed.
"Not tired." Alexander moved closer, his gaze softening unusually. "Rest. I'll watch over you."
No.2
Evelyn hesitated. "Then get down?"
The narrow bed barely fit one—why must he crowd in?
Besides, she had no intention of sleeping.
Dozens of missed calls demanded attention.
Alexander didn't budge. This rare proximity was too precious to relinquish.
Evelyn sat up. "I'll take the sofa—"
"Evelyn." His hand closed over her knee. "Don't go."
No.3
The near-pleading tone stunned her.
Looking down, she saw half his face shadowed.
"Please," he whispered with aching sincerity. "Stay with me."
Evelyn relented.
Picking up her phone, she checked the call log.
All from colleagues.
Friends like Martha Nash and Iris Cooper, plus troublemakers like Wendy West. Roman Young had called too, leaving a message about hosting an introduction banquet—hoping she'd attend.
No.4
Confirming Alexander was awake, Evelyn returned Martha's call.
"Martha, you needed me?"
"Evelyn! Finally! How could you keep quiet about this company scandal?"
"Roman's situation?"
"What else?" Martha's voice pitched higher. "You handled this bombshell alone without warning us!"
Evelyn massaged her temples. "It happened suddenly. Xavier Stapleton lost his nerve."
"He actually tried murder? Should call him Roman Stapleton now." Martha's gossip instincts ignited.
No.5
"He couldn't bear losing everything." Evelyn's tone turned icy.
"Serves him right!" Martha spat. "By the way, Hugo Lee and Melissa are at war—know that?"
"What happened?" Interest flickered in Evelyn's voice.
Work talk temporarily numbed the earlier suffocation.
"Details unclear, but Melissa's axing half of Video Department—executives included."
"Hugo's response?"
"Went straight to President Yearwood." Martha lowered her voice. "Heard they screamed at each other in his office. Even the Crown Prince intervened."
No.6
At Julian Ashford's mention, Evelyn's expression cooled.
He hadn't contacted her lately. Though guilt lingered, this distance was best.
She couldn't give him what he wanted.
False hope was crueler than clean separation.
"The Crown Prince is clearly on your side." Martha Nash's excited voice carried through the phone. "He went straight to back up Vincent Sullivan. You should've seen Hugo Lee's face—looked like he'd swallowed a fly..."
Evelyn Sinclair was about to respond when Martha suddenly lowered her voice. "The juiciest part? Hugo got beaten up!"
"Expected." Evelyn scoffed.
No.7
If it were her, anyone who dared harm her child would find their bones rearranged.
"You didn't see it," Martha continued dramatically. "When Hugo stumbled out of Julian Ashford's office, he was limping with two black eyes and half his face swollen like a balloon..."
Evelyn arched a brow. "Vincent can fight that well?"
"Oh please!" Martha cackled. "The Crown Prince pretended to mediate but kept aiming for Hugo. Tsk, what a scene..."
Evelyn fell silent.
"By the way, why'd you take leave today?" Martha abruptly changed subjects. "Avoiding the fallout?"
"Mhm. Laying low." Evelyn evaded. "Yesterday was exhausting."