Chapter 77

Ethan Miller rushed in frantically. "Lord Alex! That glass just came out of the freezer—"

Evelyn Sinclair curled up in pain on the bed, her head snapping up at his words.

Alexander Kingsley stood holding a steaming glass.

"It'll shatter!" Ethan stomped his foot in agitation.

Evelyn nearly laughed despite the pain.

The heir to the Kingsley Group, making such a rookie mistake?

She remembered Alexander had won gold in physics competitions.

Had Ethan's idiocy rubbed off on him?

Alexander wordlessly extended the glass. "Drink."

Evelyn eyed the boiling liquid and weakly shook her head. "This could scald a bull..."

"Take the medicine first." He opened his palm.

Her eyes widened. "Where did you get that?"

"Imported gastric pills." His tone was flat.

She almost fainted.

She just overate, and he gave her ulcer medication?

Was he trying to send her straight to the ER for stomach pumping?

"I'll just massage it..." She resigned herself and burrowed under the covers.

Alexander suddenly grabbed her wrist.

Only then did she notice the cluster of tiny cuts on his hand.

He injured himself boiling water?

What happened to the icy genius from the lab days?

His hand pressed against her stomach, the pressure making her gasp.

"Gentler..." Tears pricked her eyes from the pain.

Alexander paused.

His gaze dropped to her pale lips, darkening.

Ethan peeked in again. "Lord Alex, should I go buy some—"

"Out." A single glare sent him scurrying.

...

By dawn, Evelyn finally took proper medication and slept.

She woke alone.

Fumbling for her phone, she called Martha Nash to take sick leave.

The moment she hung up, Julian Ashford called.

"Senior, I'm fine..." Her voice was frail.

The phone vanished from her grip.

Alexander stood by the bed, sneering into the receiver. "No need for your concern."

Evelyn reached for it, but he held it high above her.

"You've been dumped," Julian's voice came through.

Alexander yanked Evelyn against his chest. "Darling, rest some more."

She froze.

Since when did he use such cheesy pet names?

Worse, his eyes remained arctic despite the sugary words.

"You held on so tight last night, I can barely grip a pen today." His performance continued.

Goosebumps rose on her skin.

Something had clearly possessed him!

After his act, he powered off the phone and tossed it back.

"Want to hear more?" He arched a brow.

Evelyn slammed the door shut and dove under the covers.

...

A knock startled her awake.

Bleary-eyed, she went to answer.

Before recognizing the visitor, unfamiliar arms yanked her into an embrace.