Chapter 120

Evelyn turned and walked into the kitchen. The glass window reflected her pale face.

Alexander followed, stopping three steps behind her.

"I'm sorry," he said hoarsely. "I drank too much."

Evelyn didn't turn around. "Why are you here? Did the full moon celebration end already?"

"Yes."

"Liar."

Alexander stayed silent.

"Get out." Evelyn suddenly spun around, her gaze sharp.

He didn't move.

"I said get out!"

"...Fine."

Alexander turned to leave but hesitated. "That child—"

"Shut up!"

"I just wanted to say—"

"I don't need to hear it!" Evelyn yanked open the fridge door. "Never mention that again."

A gust of cold air rushed out.

Alexander watched her trembling fingers. "Are you cold?"

"None of your business."

"Evelyn—"

"Enough!" She slammed the fridge shut. "Go find your Annabelle. Don't disgust me here."

A phone rang abruptly.

Alexander glanced at the caller ID, his brow furrowing.

"Answer it," Evelyn sneered. "Why hesitate?"

He pressed accept.

"Alexander! Where the hell are you?!" Annabelle's shrill voice pierced through the kitchen.

"What do you want?"

"My stomach hurts! Come take me to the hospital now!"

"Ask Simon to take you."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?!"

Alexander's voice turned icy. "Exactly what I said."

"Are you with that bitch again?!"

Evelyn's hands clenched.

"Watch your mouth," Alexander warned.

"Ha! So I was right? Alexander, don't forget who caused my premature birth!"

"You brought it on yourself."

"You—"

Alexander hung up.

Silence filled the kitchen.

"She's pregnant?" Evelyn asked suddenly.

"Yes."

"Congratulations."

Alexander stared at her. "Do you really mean that?"

"What else?" Evelyn forced a smile. "May you grow old together and have many children."

"Evelyn—"

"Oh," she cut him off. "I heard Vincent is pursuing you?"

Alexander's expression darkened. "Who told you that?"

"Doesn't matter." She took a step closer. "What do you think of him?"

"What are you implying?"

"A divorced man playing matchmaker for his ex-wife—how original."

Alexander grabbed her wrist. "Over my dead body!"

Evelyn struggled. "Let go!"

"I won't allow it!"

"You have no right!" Evelyn finally exploded. "Alexander, we're divorced!"

The phone rang again.

Alexander turned it off without looking.

"Answer me," he demanded, stepping closer. "Are you really considering Vincent?"

Evelyn lifted her chin. "What if I am?"

"He's not good enough for you."

"And you are?" She scoffed. "A cheating bastard?"

Alexander's pupils contracted.

"I'm tired," Evelyn pushed him away. "Please leave."

"Evelyn—"

"Go!"

A frantic knocking came from the door.

"Alexander! I know you're in there!" Annabelle's voice carried through. "Open up!"

Both froze.

Evelyn smirked. "Your ten minutes are up."

Alexander didn't move.

"Go on," Evelyn pointed at the door. "Don't keep your pregnant woman waiting."

The knocking grew louder.

"Alexander! I'll call the police if you don't open this door!"

Finally, Alexander turned.

As he walked away, Evelyn spoke again. "Alexander."

He stopped.

"From now on, stay out of my life."

He didn't turn back, only gave a slight nod.

"Fine."

The door opened.

Annabelle's shrieks flooded the apartment.

Evelyn leaned against the kitchen wall and slowly slid to the floor.

The hum of the fridge drowned out everything else.