Chapter 350
Evelyn couldn't return Sebastian's feelings, no matter how kind and noble he was. After exacting her revenge, all she could offer him was mutual respect—and a promise to stand by his side.
The next morning, Sebastian received a call and left in a hurry.
After Evelyn finished bathing Amelia, the doorbell chimed.
To her shock, Alexander stood at the threshold, his clothes rumpled from travel, his expression weary yet intense.
When he saw the surprise flicker across her face, he stepped forward without hesitation. His gaze darkened as he suddenly pulled her into a crushing embrace.
Evelyn stiffened. "Alexander?"
"I missed you," he murmured, his voice rough.
His arms tightened around her, as if afraid she would vanish the moment he let go.
She wouldn’t.
Not again.
A bitter smile curved Evelyn’s lips.
Alexander, we share the same face. Once, you looked at it with disgust. Now, you cling to it like a lifeline?
How laughable.
Have you forgotten the scars you carved into me without mercy?
She forced herself to soften in his arms, feigning emotion. "I missed you too..."
His grip tightened at her words, his breath hitching.
Before she could stop him, Amelia skipped into the room.
The little girl’s face lit up at the sight of Alexander.
"Hello, nice mister! You're Ethan’s daddy! I remember you!"
Alexander’s stern expression melted as he crouched to her level, gently cupping Amelia’s cheek.
"And I remember you, Miss Amelia."
Evelyn froze, the glass of water she was pouring nearly slipping from her fingers.
He had investigated her.
That was the only explanation for how he knew Amelia’s name.
Thankfully, Sebastian had altered the DNA report, erasing Alexander’s suspicions.
As she watched, Alexander lifted Amelia into his arms.
The man who was usually cold and unapproachable now wore a rare, tender smile.
Stranger still, Amelia—who usually shied away from strangers—clung to him without hesitation.
Is it because they share blood?
If blood ties matter so much, then why couldn’t my own mother sense me?
Lost in thought, Evelyn barely registered the scalding water spilling over her hand.
Meanwhile, across town, Eleanor nicked her finger on a sharp jewelry clasp while selecting accessories for Victoria. A thin line of blood welled up.
The shop manager rushed to apologize, bandaging the wound with care.
Moments later, Eleanor left with two velvet jewelry boxes in hand.
Victoria had been despondent since her groom abandoned her at the altar.
Eleanor had hoped to lift her spirits with a shopping trip, but Victoria had refused, claiming she wasn’t in the mood.
As a mother, Eleanor understood. So she went alone, determined to surprise her daughter.
A small cut was nothing if it brought Victoria joy.
Just as she was about to call her driver, she spotted Victoria and Margaret stepping into an elevator, their arms linked, laughing.
Eleanor hesitated to shout in public, so she dialed Victoria’s number instead.
The call connected.
She watched as Victoria pulled out her phone—only to glance at the screen with disdain before tossing it back into her purse.
The elevator doors closed, sealing them away.
Eleanor stood frozen, her phone still pressed to her ear.
She quickly rationalized it—Victoria was upset. Of course she’d prefer Margaret’s company.
But unease gnawed at her.
Tracking the elevator’s ascent to the third floor, Eleanor followed.
She searched every boutique, her heart pounding.
Then, outside a tattoo parlor, she heard Margaret’s voice.