Chapter 240

The air in the private room turned thick with tension.

Evelyn Carter could feel the scorching gaze from across the table, sharp as a blade, scraping over her skin inch by inch. She shifted slightly, avoiding the discomfort of that stare.

"Dr. Carter, take a seat," Mrs. Harrison urged warmly, her pregnant belly prominent as she pulled Evelyn by the hand. "We've been waiting for you to start."

Evelyn frowned. "But the other colleagues haven't arrived yet—"

"The younger ones don’t care for these gatherings," Mrs. Harrison cut in with a laugh. "Mr. Harrison let them do their own thing." Her grip was firm and unyielding as she guided Evelyn into her seat.

In that moment, Evelyn realized something—a pregnant woman could be both vulnerable and formidable. Just like when Annabelle had dragged her into traffic, and she’d been powerless to break free.

"Mr. Harrison, you sit here," Mrs. Harrison directed. "Let Peter take your spot. The couples should sit together."

Mr. Harrison chuckled in realization. "Right, right! Today’s like a triple date—practically Valentine’s Day!"

Clang!

Alexander Hamilton’s chopsticks slammed onto the table.

The room fell silent.

Peter Harrison, unfazed, smiled as he poured Alexander a drink. "Mr. Hamilton, a toast to you." He downed his glass in one go, turning it upside down. "To a successful partnership."

Alexander didn’t move. His dark eyes bore into Peter.

"Alexander..." Annabelle called timidly.

"What?"

"N-Nothing..."

"Then be quiet."

Mrs. Harrison, ever the peacemaker, laughed nervously. "Mr. Hamilton, be gentle with your wife."

"We’re separated."

Her smile froze. "A fight?"

Annabelle forced a laugh. "He’s just busy with work—" Her voice cracked, eyes already reddening.

"Couples fight all the time," Mr. Harrison said with an awkward chuckle. "What’s a little spat between husband and wife?"

Alexander suddenly raised his glass, but his gaze never left Evelyn. "I’d welcome a fight. At least then I’d get a chance to explain."

Peter refilled his drink and clinked his glass against Alexander’s. "Communication is key."

"Have you and Dr. Carter ever fought?" Mrs. Harrison asked, steering the conversation.

"Never." Peter smiled. "We grew up together. We know each other inside out."

"How lovely," Mrs. Harrison sighed. "Successful in both career and love."

"Evelyn prioritizes her career," Peter said, looking at her fondly. "I follow her lead."

Bang!

A glass slammed onto the table, rattling the dishes.

Alexander’s expression was icy. "My hand slipped."