Chapter 296
"Me? I'll show you," Alexander murmured, his voice husky and dangerously alluring.
Evelyn's cheeks burned crimson.
She wasn't the type to settle conflicts through intimate encounters—or whatever he was implying.
Yet Alexander was relentless, his lips claiming hers again and again with a feverish intensity that left her breathless.
As his kiss stole the air from her lungs, he whispered against her mouth, "Mrs. Whitmore, if I want relief, this is the best remedy."
Evelyn was speechless.
Did he really see her as some kind of human painkiller?
She wanted to scold him for misbehaving while he was ill, but he was determined, his hands roaming with purpose, his touch igniting sparks wherever they lingered.
Alexander, who always appeared so composed in public, was shockingly unrestrained in private.
Two words described him perfectly—deceptively wild.
Before she knew it, Evelyn found herself surrendering, his fevered skin making every caress feel electric, every moment charged with urgency.
Every slight movement drew a pained gasp from him, making Evelyn unsure whether it came from his injury or something far more primal.
His rough whisper against her ear sent dangerous shivers down her spine.
The worst part? The wound was dangerously close to his lower back.
Yet when he pulled her against him, his hands were unexpectedly tender.
That night, Evelyn discovered a side of Alexander she'd never known—raw, relentless, and utterly intoxicating.
Exhaustion finally claimed her, dragging her into sleep. When she woke, Alexander's skin still burned beneath her fingertips.
Fear coiled in her stomach—infection was a real risk. She forced fever reducers between his lips, praying they'd work.
Hours later, his temperature dropped, but unease still gnawed at her.
At dawn, she made the decision—they were going to the hospital.
The outpatient department provided a wheelchair, and she pushed Alexander inside, her grip tight on the handles.
He refused to let her exhaust herself running between departments. "Stay here," he ordered, before Simon wheeled him away for tests.
Alone in the sterile waiting room, Evelyn finally had time to think—and the memories from last night crashed over her like a wave.
The memory of yesterday's abduction still burned fresh in Evelyn's mind.
Her fingers clenched around the hospital bed sheets as she pieced together the clues.
Vanessa Hart was undoubtedly behind it.
And that brute Damian Cross from her foster family days was likely involved too.
Evelyn Carter wasn't the type to let injustice slide.
When she discovered Vanessa was also hospitalized, a cold determination settled over her.
After obtaining Vanessa's room number from the nurse's station, Evelyn strode down the sterile hallway without hesitation.
The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead as she turned the corner.
Her heels clicked against the linoleum floor with purposeful rhythm.
Vanessa would answer for what she'd done.
And Evelyn would make sure of it.
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The door to Vanessa's private room loomed ahead.
Evelyn's hand hovered over the handle.
She took a steadying breath.
This confrontation was long overdue.
With a sharp push, the door swung open.
Vanessa sat up abruptly in bed, her face paling.
"Surprised to see me?" Evelyn's voice dripped with icy calm.
The heart monitor beside Vanessa's bed began beeping faster.
Evelyn stepped inside and let the door click shut behind her.
The game had just changed.