Chapter 508

The night was eerily silent, amplifying every sound. Evelyn could hear Dominic's voice like shards of ice scraping against her eardrums. Each word he spoke struck with unnerving precision.

She lowered her gaze slightly.

The memory of that extravagant bracelet—worth millions—on Isabella's wrist flashed through her mind.

It still bothered her.

"Do you need me to clarify things for you?" Dominic plucked the phone from Evelyn's trembling hand.

"Call him. Tell him you were in an accident."

Her lips pressed into a thin line.

Dominic leaned back in his seat, watching her like a predator sizing up its prey.

Her fingers hovered over the screen.

She hesitated.

Dominic smirked, as if he could read her thoughts.

"You can't even bring yourself to call him. Admit it—you're questioning your place in Alexander's heart." His voice dripped with mockery. "When you start comparing yourself to another woman, you've already lost."

"So tell me, why cling to a relationship that's already crumbling?"

Evelyn had no answer.

She bit her lip and shifted the subject.

"Dominic, answer me first—why did you drag me into this car?"

"How do you know so much about what's happening between Alexander and me?"

It was unsettling.

Dominic wasn't the type to involve himself in petty drama.

Yet he knew, in exact detail, that Alexander had abandoned her tonight.

Dominic's lips curled into a cold smile. "Isabella is my fiancée. Your husband is out with her. Shouldn't I be furious?"

His eyes darkened with something dangerous.

"Tell me, wouldn't it be thrilling if you were with me instead?"

The absurdity of it struck her.

This was his game.

Because Alexander was with his fiancée, Dominic's pride had been wounded.

That was why he had appeared tonight—to reclaim his dominance by taking what belonged to Alexander.

Nothing would satisfy him more than making Alexander's wife his own.

Evelyn's expression hardened.

She needed to escape—safely.

Her gaze flickered over Dominic's face, assessing.

Dark circles shadowed his lower eyelids—a sign of kidney deficiency, which affected the bones. Since she'd entered the car, she hadn't seen him move his legs.

Dominic noticed her prolonged stare.

In one swift motion, he yanked her forward.

Evelyn gasped as she collided against his chest.

His voice rumbled against her, laced with dark amusement.

"Like what you see?"

"Tell me where you want to look, and I'll let you see everything."

Evelyn recoiled.

She hadn't been staring at him like that.

Struggling in his grip, she blurted, "Let me go, Dominic! I can heal your legs!"

His expression turned glacial.

"Oh? Who told you my legs were damaged?"

Legs were his greatest weakness—a subject no one dared mention.