Chapter 270

"What's wrong?" Evelyn Sinclair tensed up.

Martha Nash's gaze swept over her.

Evelyn's heartbeat quickened, afraid Martha would ask something awkward. Roman Young and Iris Cooper were both present. Though Iris had performed well, Evelyn still didn't fully trust her.

"Does Alexander Kingsley really have feelings for you?" Martha mused. "It's strange how he lost that lawsuit last time."

"Isn't that normal?" Iris jumped in. "Evelyn has both beauty and brains. Who wouldn't be drawn to her?"

Martha sighed. "Evelyn, I know things didn't work out with Julian Ashford. If you meet someone suitable, don't let the chance slip away."

"Mm." Evelyn responded half-heartedly.

Roman shrank into the corner, not daring to breathe too loudly.

Meanwhile, Alexander's ruthless efficiency shocked the entire internet.

The mindless comments from Isabella Winslow's fans were wiped clean within half an hour. Kingsley Group's legal team worked with terrifying speed—filing lawsuits where needed, suspending accounts where necessary.

By the end of the workday, HR remained silent about the termination. Evelyn pretended not to know and invited Martha and the others to dinner.

Returning home, she found the apartment pitch black.

"Back so soon?" A male voice from the couch made her fingers twitch.

Lights flickered on, revealing Alexander's figure. He looked impeccable, sitting there in his tailored suit.

Evelyn clutched her bag and tried to slip into the bedroom, but he caught up in a few strides. She didn't dare struggle, afraid of harming the baby—her belly had noticeably rounded these days, forcing her to switch to loose dresses.

Alexander wrapped his arms around her from behind.

"Let go!" She turned and pressed against his chest. "You're crushing my stomach."

He loosened his grip slightly but kept her trapped.

"I'm not even angry, yet you're throwing a tantrum first?" His tone carried dangerous amusement.

Evelyn glared up at him. "You weren't the one getting cursed online. You didn't receive a cease and desist letter."

"Shouldn't I be angry?" Alexander suddenly laughed. "I'm the scumbag who cheated. I'm the one who found a mistress."

"Is any of that true?"

"Neither are your accusations." He leaned in shamelessly, breath hot against her ear. "I was actually pleased at first, thinking you were finally coming back."

Evelyn jerked her head up.

So he'd known the truth all along but let the situation escalate, just to force her return.

"Why would you think I'd come back?"

"Because no one else would dare take you." His gaze darkened. "Julian Ashford didn't want you. No one else would shelter you."

His fingers traced her cheek. "If you were going to find a substitute anyway, why not come straight to me?"

He bent his head suddenly, lips brushing her earlobe. "Shall we continue what we started that night?"