Chapter 911

Preston arched an eyebrow. "Isabella mentioned Donovan is coming to get her. She wants to give him this chance."

His voice held amusement as he continued, "So she told us not to wait and to go ahead."

Evelyn's lips parted in surprise. "That's not like her at all!"

Isabella played the field but never let any man into her heart.

She kept them all at arm's length. The only one who'd ever touched her soul, Gregory, had met an untimely end. Why this sudden interest in Donovan?

Was she actually serious about him?

Preston chuckled. "Love changes people."

The deep rumble of his voice made Evelyn's pulse quicken.

"Are you implying you've changed too?" she countered.

Preston's eyes darkened as he glanced down at her while walking effortlessly.

"Clever girl. You always catch the subtle things."

Evelyn hesitated. "Now I'm curious. What were you like before, Mr. Sinclair?"

Preston stiffened momentarily, his voice turning rough. "You'll find out soon enough."

He longed to lay his entire world at her feet.

But he feared it might overwhelm her. Scare her away.

So he'd take it slow.

Alexander remained motionless as Preston carried Evelyn toward the helicopter, though his expression grew complicated.

Sebastian had already shared the latest developments, so Alexander knew Evelyn and Preston's relationship had shifted dramatically overnight.

No wonder Sebastian, who'd been determined to win Evelyn's affection, hadn't even gotten a chance to make his move.

Preston reached the helicopter and gave Alexander a slight nod.

Alexander returned the gesture, approaching with a stormy expression.

"Watching meteor showers in the mountains during a storm?" His voice dripped with disapproval.

Evelyn bit her lip sheepishly. Alexander was far stricter than William.

"Blame Sebastian for not checking the weather forecast!"

Alexander's smile turned icy. "So you decided to turn off your brain too?"

Evelyn gave him pleading eyes. "I'm an injured patient now!"

Alexander's gaze dropped to her bandaged feet. Concern and anger warred across his features.

Preston interjected smoothly, "Your concern is understandable, Mr. Sterling. But every cloud has a silver lining. Ms. Sterling has had all night to reflect. We should get her medical attention immediately. The tendon appears damaged—"

"Tendon injury?" Alexander paled. That was serious.

Evelyn glanced at Preston, who gave her a knowing smile.

Alexander was her eldest brother—his lecturing came with the territory. No one could stop that.

Preston simply redirected his focus.

It worked perfectly.

At the mention of tendon damage, Alexander immediately reached for Evelyn, then hesitated, afraid of hurting her.

With a frustrated sigh, he told Preston, "Please carry her aboard, Mr. Sinclair. There's a doctor inside."

Preston nodded and carefully ascended the steps.

Wind whipped around them as the helicopter's blades began spinning.

Alexander followed moments later.

"Dr. Whitmore, I'm counting on you."

The elderly hospital director had been enjoying tea with William when Alexander dragged him here.

He specialized in internal medicine, not orthopedics.

Why haul an old man out for this?

Dr. Whitmore examined the injury briefly. "We need to get to a hospital immediately."

He wasn't Superman—he couldn't see through skin and bone.