Chapter 369

Evelyn's lips, still plump and flushed from their heated exchange, glistened invitingly under the dim light. Alexander's gaze darkened as he took in the sight, his fingers curling into tight fists at his sides.

The image of her beneath the sheets burned in his mind, sending a surge of possessiveness through him.

Noticing Ethan's lingering stare, Alexander shifted subtly, cutting off his view with a deliberate step forward. His voice was low, edged with warning. "It's late. What do you want?"

Ethan's throat worked as he struggled for words. He had acted on impulse, driven by a desperate need to interrupt whatever was happening behind that door.

But now, faced with the reality of the situation, he felt foolish.

Alexander and Evelyn were married. Their intimacy was natural, expected. And here he stood—an outsider, consumed by jealousy, his presence nothing short of pathetic.

Swallowing hard, Ethan forced out the flimsy excuse he had prepared. "I cut my hand. I... I came to ask for bandages."

Alexander's lips curled slightly, unimpressed. He saw right through the lie.

Alexander stood bare-chested, his sculpted torso glistening under the dim light.

Every defined muscle was slick with sweat, fresh crimson scratches trailing down his shoulders—undeniable evidence of Evelyn’s desperate grip moments ago.

Ethan Caldwell’s throat tightened, his pulse hammering as he took in the scene.

Alexander exhaled sharply, arms crossing over his chest as he leveled Ethan with an impatient glare. "If you’re done staring, get out. Your dear aunt is… rather preoccupied." His voice dripped with mocking amusement. "She doesn’t like to be kept waiting."

Ethan’s jaw clenched.

The words struck like a blade, twisting deeper with each syllable.

Before Ethan could retort, the door slammed shut, nearly grazing his nose. He stumbled back, fists trembling at his sides, his gaze burning into the wood separating him from Evelyn.

Inside, Evelyn arched a brow, pressing a playful slap against Alexander’s chest.

"I can’t wait any longer?" she challenged, lips curving.

Alexander smirked, closing the distance between them in one stride. His arms wound around her waist, pulling her flush against him.

"Prove me wrong," he murmured against her ear.

I couldn't stop myself from cradling the back of her head and claiming her lips again.

"It wasn't you who was impatient... It was me."

Evelyn's heart skipped wildly in her chest.

This man—why does he always catch me off guard like this?

She pressed lightly against Alexander's chest, breaking the kiss, her gaze flickering instinctively toward the door.

Was Ethan still there?

Alexander followed her line of sight, his voice dropping dangerously low. "What's wrong? Still thinking about him?"

"What are you talking about?" Evelyn shot him a glare. "There is no 'him.' There's only you."

"Is that so?"

The corner of his mouth lifted in satisfaction. Tilting his chin up slightly, he issued a command. "Prove it."

Evelyn blinked, momentarily stunned.

Then realization hit, and heat rushed to her cheeks.

After a brief hesitation, she closed her eyes and pressed her lips to his.

Alexander responded instantly, deepening the kiss with a hunger that left her breathless.

The moment Alexander pulled Evelyn into his embrace, she was consumed by his fiery passion. His touch ignited a familiar heat, melting her resistance instantly.

Outside the door, Ethan Caldwell hadn't moved an inch.

The walls were thin.

Too thin.

Every sigh, every whisper, every intimate sound between Alexander and Evelyn reached Ethan’s ears with cruel clarity.

His jaw clenched.

His fingers curled into fists.

A bitter thought twisted in his mind: "I’m still standing here, and he’s already claiming her like this?"

The humiliation burned deeper than anger.