Chapter 201

Alexander Kingsley's gaze landed on Evelyn Sinclair as she flipped through her interview notes, head bowed.

The light in his eyes dimmed instantly.

"Did you come here just to see me?" He leaned in, his voice laced with subtle hope.

Evelyn looked up, her expression calm. "I have an interview scheduled with Mr. Winston Strauss. Lance arranged it."

Alexander's fingertips turned cold.

Thirty minutes ago, he had recognized her voice outside his door. His heart had skipped a beat. She remembered his schedule—she must have come to wait for him, to share lunch.

The thought had made even Simon York's rudeness unimportant.

Until he overheard her conversation with Lance.

She had only remembered Winston's name.

"Is the interview more important than me?" His grip tightened around her wrist, rougher than intended.

Evelyn winced. "This is work."

Work. Always work.

Alexander smirked. She had refused his invitation without hesitation, yet agreed instantly when Winston was involved.

She remembered every detail about the penthouse guest but acted as if he didn't exist on the same floor.

As the restaurant door clicked shut, he pinned her against the wall.

"Using me and then leaving?" His breath was hot. "I hold the rights to Winston's interview."

Evelyn struggled. "You're being unreasonable."

"Unreasonable?" His fingers traced the reddened skin of her wrist. "Out of my entire schedule, you only saw Winston's name?"

A knock interrupted them.

Lance's voice carried through the door. "Lord Alex, Mr. Strauss is asking when you'll join him."

Alexander studied Evelyn's tense lips—then smiled.

"Tell Winston," he called back, "his interviewer is unavailable today."