Chapter 80

Evelyn froze when she heard those words. The dam holding back her emotions threatened to burst.

"Alexander, I came straight here the moment I woke up." Her voice trembled. "I haven't even eaten breakfast. What am I supposed to do if you leave?"

Alexander didn't turn around. His response was cold, detached. "Then use this time to eat."

Evelyn stood rooted to the spot, stunned. Her fingers curled around her purse strap until her knuckles turned white.

She watched, helpless, as Alexander strode toward Vivian without hesitation.

Vivian blinked in surprise. The way he looked at her—intense, deliberate—sent a shiver down her spine.

"Come with me," he commanded, slowing his steps just enough to ensure she followed.

Confused but intrigued, Vivian glanced at Evelyn's furious expression and smirked. Without protest, she slid into the passenger seat of Alexander's sleek black car.

The drive was silent. Neither spoke.

Vivian stole a glance at Alexander's profile—sharp, unreadable, framed by the morning light.

Memories surfaced.

Back in college, she used to steal glances like this. Countless times. Back when her heart still fluttered at the sight of him.

But that girl was long gone.

Now, her pulse remained steady. No more racing heart. Only the dull, rhythmic beat of resignation.

The car stopped abruptly.

Vivian snapped out of her thoughts. They were parked in front of Blackwood Enterprises.

Alexander exited first, circling the car to open her door.

She hesitated. Was this kindness? Or just another calculated move?

"Thank you, Mr. Blackwood," she said coolly, stepping out. She turned to leave.

"Where do you think you're going?" His voice was low, dangerous.

Vivian paused.

"Starting today," he continued, "you work here."

She almost laughed. Was this a joke?

"If you're short-staffed," she countered, "I suggest posting a job listing."

Alexander's expression darkened. "Don't make me repeat myself, Vivian."

His gaze bore into hers. "You love jewelry design. Blackwood Enterprises has the best resources for you to excel."

The offer was tempting. Too good to be true.

"Did you suddenly grow a conscience, Mr. Blackwood?" Her lips curled into a mocking smile. "I do love design. But I value trust more."

Alexander stiffened.

She didn't wait for his reply. "When have you ever trusted me? Three years ago, when I was accused of plagiarism—did you believe me?"

Her voice was steady, but the bitterness seeped through.

"No," she answered for him. "You didn't."

A hollow laugh escaped her.

"So spare me the pity offer. Wouldn’t want your precious company tarnished by a plagiarist."

Alexander's face turned stormy.

Vivian didn't wait to see the explosion. She spun on her heel and walked away.

At the crosswalk, she risked a glance back.

He was still there. Watching her.

For a fleeting second, he looked almost... regretful.

She scoffed.

Too late for remorse now.

The light turned green. She crossed without looking back.

But she could feel his eyes on her. Burning.

Was he finally haunted by the past? By the child they'd lost?

Pathetic.