Chapter 341

Gregory Wilson's lips curled into an amused smile. "He's quite resourceful. Knowing your phone is broken, he called me directly."

He shook his phone lightly. "Should I answer?"

Evelyn Carter stared at the unfamiliar number flashing on the screen and shook her head.

"Want me to hang up?"

After a brief hesitation, she gestured indifferently.

Gregory chuckled and flipped the phone face-down on the table. "Let's eat first."

The ringing pierced the quiet living room, but he ignored it, leisurely eating his noodles.

Until the sound abruptly stopped.

"Feel better now?" Gregory set down his chopsticks, his gaze intense.

Evelyn looked up, puzzled.

"Seeing Alexander Hamilton so desperate to reach you—even calling his rival—does that ease your mind a little?"

Finally, she understood his meaning.

Evelyn shook her head.

"Still not satisfied?"

Another shake.

Her relationship with Alexander was never just about simple love or hate.

Those three years of marriage were merely two compatible people sharing a life. Annabelle Taylor's appearance only made that truth clearer.

She pointed at the phone.

Gregory handed it to her.

With practiced movements, Evelyn blocked the number and returned the device.

"I thought you had something to tell me," Gregory said, his tone teasing as he took it back.

Evelyn waved her hand dismissively.

Explaining was too exhausting, and she had no desire to bare her wounds.

But as their hands brushed during the exchange, she felt the scorching heat of his fingertips.

In the dim living room light, she finally noticed how unnaturally pale he looked.

Frowning, she reached for his forehead—

Burning hot!

Gregory instinctively caught her wrist in his daze. "What's wrong?"

Realizing it was her, he immediately let go. "Sorry."

Evelyn gestured, but he clearly didn't understand.

She grabbed the phone and typed rapidly: [You have a high fever. It's serious.]

Gregory blinked, then touched his own forehead. "No wonder I feel so dizzy."

He offered a weak smile. "I flew here right after my night shift yesterday. Probably caught a chill in the rain. It's fine—I'll sleep it off."

As he stood, his legs buckled, nearly sending him crashing to the floor.

"Careful!"

Evelyn caught him just in time, but a loud thud followed—

Gregory's arm slammed into a decorative frame on the wall, blood immediately trickling down his forearm.

"Damn it..." He gritted his teeth against the pain. "The floor's too slippery."

Without another word, Evelyn guided him to the sofa.