Chapter 640

Evelyn rested her head against Alexander's shoulder, her intentions unmistakably flirtatious.

Dominic didn't push her away. Instead, he matched her soft tone. "I'm not your Alexander. I'm Alexander's wife, Evelyn. You can call me Dominic." Isabella froze.

After several seconds of confusion, her hands instinctively groped until they brushed against Dominic's chest.

That's when realization struck - she'd embraced the wrong person.

She recoiled from Dominic in disgust. "Dominic, what are you doing here? Are you enjoying ruining my life?"

"Oh yes, how did you guess?"

Dominic settled onto the sofa, fixing Isabella with a steady gaze. "So happy that I treated myself to an entire lobster lunch today. Simply divine." Isabella's brows knitted together. "You're eating lobster? After blinding me? While I suffer here, you're..."

She couldn't fathom Dominic dining luxuriously while she languished.

Isabella's expression turned icy. "Dominic, you won't get away with this!"

"Well, here I sit before you. What exactly do you plan to do about it?"

Isabella swiped at the air several times, failing to reach Dominic, her chest heaving with rage.

She found Dominic utterly contemptible, certain this visit was solely to mock her misfortune.

Knowing Alexander stood nearby, Isabella pleaded, "Alexander, will you just stand there while she torments me?"

As Alexander opened his mouth, Dominic gently squeezed his palm. "Darling, you haven't slept since last night. Go home and rest. I'll handle things here." Alexander hesitated. Dominic wanted to take charge.

Isabella protested, "No, don't leave! Once you're gone, she'll torture me worse!"

Dominic chuckled. "Perhaps. But tell me, why should Alexander protect you, a stranger, over me, his wife?"

That silenced Isabella.

Blind and helpless, she could only stand there impotently.

Defeated in argument, Isabella prepared another tantrum.

But after last night's episode, all breakable items had been removed.

Now the room contained only a bed and sofa - both too heavy for Isabella to damage.

Dominic's voice turned glacial. "You'll reimburse every item broken since last night."

"Neighboring rooms have complained three times already. Continue causing disturbances if you wish, but don't be surprised when evicted, with no other hospital accepting you." "Empty threats!" Isabella snapped. "Alexander would never abandon me!"

"Don't be so certain." Dominic's words shattered Isabella's hope with surgical precision.

Dominic continued, "If Alexander tires of your theatrics, he might deposit you on the streets. Then what? Where would a blind woman even search for him?" Isabella couldn't endure another word.

She felt her way to bed and burrowed beneath the blankets.

Isabella calculated Dominic couldn't stay indefinitely. She'd be gone upon waking.

Seeing Isabella finally subdued, Dominic exited the hospital room.

Alexander followed, gently taking her hand and interlacing their fingers.

This was his first glimpse of this side of Dominic, and he had to admit - Dominic impressed him.

Isabella had plagued him since last night, yet Dominic silenced her with mere words.

"You're no longer angry with me?"

"Who said that? I'm still furious." She withdrew her hand. "Thank your unborn child. I'm only granting this chance for the baby. Don't waste it." Alexander smiled, gently cradling Dominic's belly.

Kneeling before her, he gazed at her stomach and whispered, "Thank you, little one."

Dominic studied the man before her.

Alexander's lowered lashes caught sunlight from the window, his golden hair gleaming, his gaze impossibly tender.

Without thought, Dominic traced Alexander's brows and eyes, feeling her heart soften.

Perhaps because she'd just put Isabella through hell, Dominic felt remarkably cheerful.

She concluded creating hell proved better than internal torment.

Why suffer alone?

If misery demanded company, she'd ensure Isabella developed stress-induced nodules!

"I'll stay at Hawthorne Estate awhile," Dominic murmured.

She knew returning home to Alexander's absence would only breed endless worry.

"Alexander, no woman takes this lightly, but I'll trust you this once. I believe you'll handle this properly. Please don't disappoint me." Her voice cracked. Alexander's heart ached. He immediately stood, drawing her into his arms.

His lips brushed her hair.

He murmured, "I know this situation wrongs you. Give me five... no, three days! Then I'll come to Hawthorne Estate to bring you home."

"Who says I want to return with you?" Dominic punched his chest, squirming free.

Alexander released her, smiling. "Fine. If you won't come home with me, I'll move into Hawthorne Estate. I'll be your live-in husband instead."

Nearby, Nathaniel sat in his wheelchair, observing the scene.

Beside him, Nathaniel held his breath, monitoring Nathaniel's expression. "Mr. Powell... please remain calm."

Learning of Isabella's blindness, Nathaniel had rushed over mid-rehabilitation, fearing Dominic's heartbreak.

He never expected to find them embracing.

Nathaniel pressed his tongue to his cheek, heart filled with unprecedented bitterness.

His voice thickened. "Nothing to see here. Let's go."

Nathaniel asked reflexively, "Back to therapy then?"

"Cancel therapy!" Nathaniel commanded from his wheelchair.

Nathaniel froze, eyes darting to Nathaniel's legs. "But Mr. Powell, your treatment isn't complete..."

Nathaniel scoffed, "What does it matter if I'm crippled? I've no wife! No one cares if I live or die!" Meanwhile, Dominic and Alexander separated.

Dominic entered the elevator, apparently departing.

Seeing Nathaniel's state, Nathaniel took initiative. "Ms. Carter, wait!"

He rushed toward the elevator, pushing the wheelchair inside just as doors closed... leaving himself outside. Nathaniel called, "Ms. Carter, an emergency! Please watch Mr. Powell for me!" Nathaniel hadn't anticipated this maneuver.

As the elevator descended, Nathaniel couldn't remain indefinitely.

After hesitation, Dominic wheeled him out.

Nathaniel spoke unexpectedly, "Dealing with Isabella wouldn't be difficult."

Dominic turned.

Nathaniel's eyes narrowed. "I could marry her, keep her home, making her existence miserable daily. Would that satisfy your vengeance?" They were already engaged; marriage required only Nathaniel's word.

Dominic pierced him with a look before turning away. "How tedious!"

Nathaniel watched her retreat, smirking. "Can't bear me marrying another, can you?"

Bathed in sunset's glow, he nearly disappeared in blinding light.

"I've dirt on her," he said cryptically. "Flatter me, and I might share it. How's that?"