Chapter 644

"Evelyn, are you overthinking again? Did you misunderstand something?"

Alexander gently placed his hand on Evelyn's shoulder.

After past experiences, he knew better than to let misunderstandings linger. They needed to be addressed immediately.

Otherwise, they would fester, creating distance between them.

Besides, he couldn’t bear the thought of Evelyn drowning in negative thoughts. But she refused to turn and face him.

In one swift motion, he shrugged off his jacket and climbed onto the bed.

He pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly.

"You really believe her nonsense? Do you think I’d actually escort her to the bathroom? Have some faith in me." Evelyn’s cheeks were still flushed with anger. His words did little to soothe her wounded pride.

"Just go back to her. I need to rest."

After all, he would have to leave tonight anyway.

"I’m not going anywhere."

Alexander pulled Evelyn closer, his lips grazing her cheek. "I’m staying right here with you, Evelyn. I can’t be without you."

Their bodies were pressed so close.

Evelyn suddenly became aware of the shift in Alexander’s breathing.

She froze, not daring to move.

She knew exactly what that meant.

Alexander exhaled shakily as his lips brushed the delicate skin of her neck.

Due to her pregnancy, he had been restraining himself for months.

Now, with the woman he loved in his arms...

The tension between them only grew.

Unable to resist any longer, he turned Evelyn to face him, cupped her face, and kissed her deeply.

Alexander’s phone was off. No interruptions this time.

Caught off guard, Evelyn’s pulse raced as her fingers curled into the sheets.

She whispered against his lips, "Alexander... I’m pregnant."

"I know," he murmured, his voice rough.

His lips moved tenderly over hers as he whispered, "Just kisses. Nothing more."

Though he kept his word, the room grew warmer with each passing second...

They stayed wrapped in each other, respecting boundaries but indulging in intimacy.

Evelyn rested against Alexander’s bare chest, her cheeks burning.

His shirt was open, his arms secure around her.

She was just as affected—she couldn’t even meet his gaze.

Alexander took her hand gently.

"Evelyn."

She stayed silent.

His voice was thick with emotion. "This is all because of you. Do you have any idea how much I’ve missed you?"

Moonlight spilled through the window, illuminating his sharp features.

While Evelyn’s face was flushed with embarrassment, Alexander’s eyes held a playful glint, completely at ease.

He held her hand firmly.

At this moment, his presence was intoxicating.

Beads of sweat dotted his forehead as his breathing grew uneven, his whispers hot against her ear.

To Evelyn, it all felt like a dream.

When Alexander finally pulled away and strode to the bathroom, she buried her face in the pillows, overwhelmed.

Even with her pregnancy, he always found ways to show his love.

Ten minutes later, he emerged, skin still damp from the shower.

Evelyn had already turned away, pretending to sleep.

Alexander wrapped his arms around her from behind.

With a content sigh, he murmured, "My love."

Evelyn made a sleepy sound, feigning drowsiness.

After their intimate moment, she felt too shy to face him.

Alexander saw through her act but didn’t call her out.

Instead, he just held her closer and whispered, "I love you so much."

His lips brushed the nape of her neck.

His warm breath tickled her ear.

Even with her back turned, she could picture the tenderness in his eyes.

Alexander must have worn that same sincere expression when he spoke those words.

Evelyn’s heart pounded so hard she feared it might leap from her chest.

She had fallen completely for him.

Exhausted from the night’s events, Alexander drifted off moments later.

Evelyn pressed a hand to her racing heart.

She knew it—she was utterly, hopelessly in love.

She had lost herself completely.

Oh, dear...

Evelyn knew Alexander had left at midnight, his phone turned off. She assumed he was at the hospital, worried about complications. He’d held her all night but slipped away at dawn.

In her dreams, a haunting melody had woven through her mind—so beautiful she could still recall it perfectly.

She sat at her desk, jotting down the notes, planning to develop it into a full composition later.

A knock interrupted her thoughts. The maid called her to breakfast.

Margaret had already left, off to play cards with her friends.

At the dining table, only Evelyn and Richard remained.

"Just wait. Your sister will be here soon," Richard said.

Evelyn frowned. Vanessa was coming too?

Minutes later, the door opened, and the maid ushered Vanessa inside, arms laden with gift bags.

"Dad, I brought these supplements for you and Mom. They’re excellent for your health."

Richard beamed with satisfaction before abruptly turning to Evelyn.

"Evelyn, you should learn from your sister. We raised you both for over twenty years. The least you could do is show some gratitude."

When Evelyn had arrived at Hawthorne Estate that night, she’d only carried a single suitcase. Seven months pregnant, she’d been lucky to make it home safely.

Buying supplements had been the last thing on her mind.

Evelyn caught the sarcasm in Richard’s tone.

She gave him a cool look. "What should I learn from Vanessa? How to steal another woman’s fiancé? How to abandon your mother for fame? Or how to act shamelessly?"

"How dare you speak about your sister like that?" Richard’s face darkened with anger.

"Did I say anything untrue?" Evelyn blinked innocently. "Point out my mistakes, and I’ll correct them."

Richard was left speechless.

Vanessa, far from offended, played peacemaker. "Evelyn, I know you have misunderstandings about me, but it takes two to tango. Yes, Ethan fell for me, and you got hurt—but are you completely blameless?"

Classic victim-blaming.

Evelyn had no patience for word games.

She sat down, picked up a shrimp, and placed it on her plate, peeling it slowly.

Further along in her pregnancy, she’d been constantly hungry. After last night’s drama, and with it already noon, she was starving.

Richard watched her eat and snapped, "Where are your manners? Your sister and I haven’t even sat down yet, and you’re already eating."

"How can you compare yourself to me? I’m seven months pregnant—are you?" Evelyn gave Richard’s protruding stomach a pointed glance. "Yours is just fat. No wonder you can handle being hungry."