Chapter 507

Dominic's words dripped with sarcasm. He released Evelyn's chin, turned abruptly, and snatched a pristine white handkerchief from the nearby table. With a flick of his wrist, he tossed it at her. "Dry those tears. Nothing disgusts me more than a weeping woman."

She froze in disbelief.

Tears? She hadn't shed a single one. Yet when emotions overwhelmed her, her eyes would inevitably redden and glisten - an unfortunate trait that always made her appear on the verge of crying.

But refusing Dominic's handkerchief wasn't an option.

The delicate fabric carried his signature scent - a masculine blend of sandalwood and something distinctly Dominic.

Realizing this might be his personal item, Evelyn dabbed at her eyes twice before extending it back toward him.

Dominic's expression darkened instantly.

"Keep it or trash it. I don't recycle used things."

His mood swings were exhausting.

The handkerchief, crafted from premium Tencel, probably cost more than her weekly groceries.

Evelyn's fingers curled around the fabric like it might burn her.

What now? Keep it? That seemed presumptuous.

But discarding it in front of him would undoubtedly provoke his wrath.

Compromising, she tucked it carefully into her handbag.

The moment the zipper closed, Dominic's intense gaze shifted away.

A dangerous smirk played on his lips as he suddenly closed the distance between them.

"Collecting my personal effects now, are we?"

Evelyn's breath hitched.

She couldn't possibly admit she feared his temper if she discarded it.

Pursing her lips, she offered, "I'll have it cleaned. Something this valuable deserves proper care."

Dominic scoffed. "Value? It's just fabric."

"Everything has worth," Evelyn countered. "Even you claim life is meaningless, yet here you stand. Doesn't that prove my point?"

Dominic's smirk vanished.

"So you're saying I should be dead?"

The fruit knife flashed in his hand as he pressed the cold blade against her abdomen.

"I hear there's life growing here?"

"Wouldn't want to die alone. Maybe this little one should join me?"

Ice flooded Evelyn's veins.

How had the conversation turned so deadly so fast?

His manic energy suggested he might actually follow through.

Trembling, Evelyn whispered, "Dominic, think about what you're doing."

Suddenly, he chuckled, the sound sending chills down her spine. "How predictable you are."

His free hand caressed her cheek with terrifying gentleness. "Leave Alexander. Be with me instead."

Evelyn's world tilted.

Had she misheard?

But his intense gaze held no trace of humor.

"You... want me to divorce Alexander?"

"Is that so impossible?"

"Of course it is."

"Explain."

"Alexander gave me shelter when I had nowhere else to go. He's been nothing but kind. Why would I leave him?"

"He abandoned his pregnant wife for another woman. Isn't that reason enough?"

"Maybe he had his reasons."

Evelyn wouldn't air her marital struggles before Dominic. As Alexander's wife, she owed him that dignity.

Dominic's laughter turned cold.

"Reasons? He left his pregnant wife to parade around with Isabella Morgan. Tell me, Evelyn - who does he truly love? You? Or his childhood sweetheart?"