Chapter 660

Evelyn and Alexander were locked in a passionate embrace near the foyer, their lips meeting in heated kisses.

Isabella watched as Evelyn melted into Alexander's arms, her cheeks flushed from their intense affection.

Despite her pregnancy, Evelyn clung to Alexander's neck, refusing to break their connection.

Isabella gritted her teeth.

How can she be so shameless? She’s pregnant!

Doesn’t she care about the baby?

They still act like this at night?

Unable to take it anymore, Isabella slammed her hands on the table and stood abruptly—only to lose her footing and crash to the floor with a loud thud.

Alexander had been too absorbed in Evelyn to notice anything else, but the noise snapped him out of his daze.

His desire evaporated instantly.

His expression darkened as he turned toward the sound.

"Alexander, is that you? I—I fell… It hurts…" Isabella whimpered, her voice trembling with fake distress.

Alexander shot Evelyn a glance before walking over.

"If you can’t see, don’t move around recklessly," he said coldly, helping her up.

Isabella sniffled. "It was so quiet… I didn’t realize anyone was here…"

"Susan will take you upstairs to rest," Alexander said dismissively.

"But I’ve been alone all day," Isabella protested. "Since you’re home now, will you take me for a walk?"

"I just got back from work. I’m tired," he replied bluntly. "If you want to go out, Susan can accompany you."

Isabella seethed at yet another rejection.

Alexander didn’t wait for a response before heading upstairs to shower.

Evelyn smirked, sticking her tongue out at Isabella when Alexander wasn’t looking.

Isabella saw the taunt but had to pretend she didn’t—her blind act left her powerless to retaliate.

Her fists clenched in silent fury.

Earlier, Evelyn had workers install surveillance cameras throughout the living room and hallways, making no effort to hide it from Isabella.

It was a clear challenge.

Evelyn was daring her to slip up.

Now, every inch of the house was monitored—except the bedrooms and bathrooms.

Alexander had mentioned sending her abroad once her "vision improved."

But Isabella refused.

He’d offered another option—marrying Dominic Powell—but the thought made her blood run cold.

Dominic was unhinged.

And if he ever found out about her past with his brother, Sebastian…

She shuddered.

No, pretending to be blind was her safest option—for now.

That night, as Evelyn lay in bed, Alexander pulled her close.

"Why the cameras?" he murmured.

Evelyn shrugged. "Just making sure there’s no confusion if something happens with Isabella."

Alexander sighed. "You still don’t trust me? I told you, I believe you about the stairs—"

"So you think she threw herself down?" Evelyn challenged.

Alexander hesitated.

He didn’t believe Evelyn would push her, but the idea that Isabella would harm herself was equally absurd.

He was about to respond when his phone rang.

An unknown number.

The voice on the other end was clear in the quiet room.

"Mr. Whitmore? Your nephew’s at the police station—got into a fight. Can you come down?"

Nephew?

Ethan?

Who would be stupid enough to pick a fight with Ethan Caldwell?

And how did it land him in jail?

Alexander frowned. "What happened?"

"Some girl caused a scene. Jealousy, probably."

Of course.

Ethan was married, yet still fooling around. If Vanessa found out…

Alexander rubbed his temples. "Evelyn, I need to go. Don’t wait up."

Evelyn pouted but nodded.

Then, just as he turned to leave, she grabbed his collar and pulled him into a deep kiss.

Her lips trailed to his neck. "Come back soon," she whispered.

Alexander groaned, desire flaring again.

"If you keep this up, I’ll have to shower again," he muttered, voice rough.

Evelyn giggled, hiding under the covers.

Alexander grabbed his jacket and left—only to nearly collide with Isabella in the hallway.

She was fumbling blindly, arms outstretched.

"Alexander? Where are you going? Can I come?"

He stiffened.

"It’s late. Stay inside."

Isabella smiled sweetly. "Thank you for worrying about me."

"I’m not," Alexander said flatly. His gaze dropped to her white nightgown.

With her hair loose and pale dress, she looked like a ghost.

"I just don’t want you scaring Evelyn."

Isabella’s smile froze.

Before she could reply, Alexander was already gone.

Police Station

Ethan Caldwell slumped on a bench, nursing a split lip and a bruised nose.

His usually pristine suit was disheveled, shirt unbuttoned to reveal his toned chest.

Trevor Moss, his equally battered friend, groaned beside him.

"I told you that girl was trouble!"

In the corner, Lillian Harper cowered beside her boyfriend—a plain-looking man with worse injuries than Ethan and Trevor combined.

The boyfriend shoved her away as she tried to wipe blood from his mouth.

"Was I not enough for you?" he demanded, voice raw with betrayal.

Lillian flinched, unable to meet his eyes.

Ethan smirked, wiping his own blood away.

This night was far from over.