Chapter 398

"This suite is occasionally used by me, but it's professionally cleaned daily." Alexander Hamilton pushed open the door and gestured for her to enter first. "The bedding will be replaced shortly. You can stay here without worry."

Evelyn Carter remained at the threshold. "And you?"

"Next door." He pointed to the door at the end of the hallway.

She gave a slight nod.

"There are only these two suites on the top floor. The soundproofing is excellent." His voice softened. "You won’t be disturbed, no matter what you do."

"The cost—"

"Evelyn," he interrupted, his Adam's apple bobbing. "Mentioning money feels like a slap to my face."

The air froze for several seconds.

"If you need anything, call the front desk—or me directly." He turned to leave. "I won’t intrude."

The moment the door closed, Evelyn finally exhaled in relief.

The penthouse suite was so quiet she could hear her own heartbeat.

As she plugged in her phone charger, the screen lit up repeatedly.

Dozens of missed calls.

All from the UK.

Her message inbox was flooded by one person.

[Gregory Wilson: I heard you suddenly returned to the country. Is everything alright?]

[Gregory Wilson: Have you landed? Call me when you see this.]

[Gregory Wilson: The little one refuses to eat. He’s been waiting by the door for you.]

Attached was a photo of a small white dog curled up on the doormat, its dark eyes staring into the camera.

[Gregory Wilson: If my confession made you uncomfortable, I apologize. We can go back to how things were.]

[Gregory Wilson: It’s the weekend. You mentioned wanting to move out. I’ve looked at a few apartments—all in good locations.]

[Gregory Wilson: Am I bothering you?]

[Gregory Wilson: Reach out when you’re ready.]

[Gregory Wilson: Don’t forget, someone here is waiting for you.]

Her phone slipped from her hand.

Evelyn collapsed onto the bed, pressing an arm over her burning eyes.

The doorbell suddenly rang.

"Madam, your porridge." A staff member wheeled in a cart. "Mr. Hamilton specifically requested extra ginger."

She mechanically stepped aside.

"Fresh bedding will be brought shortly." The attendant efficiently arranged the tableware. "Please enjoy your meal."

By the time the door closed again, the steam over the porridge had already dissipated.

"May I come in?" Alexander’s voice came from the doorway.

Evelyn looked up to see him standing at the half-open door.

"What is it?"

"You left the door unlocked." His gaze swept over the meal cart before landing on her phone beside the bed.

The screen was still lit.

Gregory’s messages were clearly visible.