Chapter 344

Evelyn's finger hovered over her phone screen, frozen midair.

A flush crept from her ears to her cheeks.

[I'm fine. No need for the hospital.]

"Then who are these medicines for?"

[Just stocking up.]

"Couldn't you buy them during the day? Why venture out in this storm at midnight?"

[Didn't want to forget during work.]

Alexander's gaze swept over her face like a searchlight. "An OB-GYN department would run out of supplies?"

Evelyn turned away.

"Someone's at home."

It wasn't a question.

"Vivian's back in the country. Who else do you know in England? Roommates? Colleagues?"

Richard interjected, "Alex, the rain's torrential. Let's get your wife home first."

Alexander reached for her shopping bag. "Address."

Evelyn retreated half a step.

"Planning to walk?"

[Yes.]

"Do you know what time it is?" Alexander checked his watch. "1:27 AM."

Richard suddenly remembered. "There's an old villa district nearby—"

Alexander arched an eyebrow. "You live there? The Dempsey property?"

Evelyn typed rapidly: [Mind your own business.]

"I came to England specifically to find you."

Rain hammered against the pharmacy windows like drumbeats.

"Disappearing without a word. Changing numbers. Vanishing." Alexander's voice tightened. "So desperate to escape me?"

Evelyn met his gaze and nodded firmly.

Richard whistled. "Never thought I'd see the day Alexander Hamilton got rejected."

Alexander seized her wrist. "Three options—your place, a hotel, or spending the night here."

Evelyn trembled with fury.

Before she could react, strong arms lifted her off the ground. Alexander carried her toward the exit. "Richard, car keys."

"Got it."

The car door slammed shut. Evelyn shrank into the corner.

"Address." Alexander thrust his phone at her. "Or we go straight to a hotel."

Evelyn glared daggers at him.

"Option one it is." Alexander instructed the driver, "Villa district."

Headlights sliced through the downpour. Two minutes later, they halted before a vine-covered mansion.

"This one?"

Evelyn pushed the door open.

Alexander sprinted after her with an umbrella, pinning her against the porch railing. "Passcode?"

Her sigh dissolved into the roaring rain.