Chapter 434

Morning sunlight filtered through the curtains as Evelyn Carter pressed a hand to her throbbing temple, the aftermath of last night's drinking weighing heavily on her.

The doorbell rang abruptly.

She shuffled to the door in slippers and was met by a kindly middle-aged woman. "Good morning, Miss Carter. I'm Auntie Wu, the housekeeper for your new neighbors."

Evelyn blinked in surprise.

Hadn't the unit next door been empty?

"Alexander, do you have any hangover medicine?" A familiar male voice, laced with exhaustion, carried over from the adjacent apartment.

Her fingers tightened around the doorframe.

Vincent Wilson's voice followed immediately. "We just moved in—how would we have that? I'll order some."

"Hurry. My head's killing me."

Footsteps approached, and Vincent emerged from next door. "Auntie Wu, why are you—"

His words died in his throat.

Vincent's eyes widened comically, as if he'd seen a ghost. "Greg?! What are you doing here? Did you... stay over with Evelyn last night?"

Auntie Wu chuckled. "Isn't that normal for a married couple?"

Vincent nearly stomped his foot in agitation. "Auntie Wu, go make breakfast!"

Evelyn paled, her grip on the doorframe turning white-knuckled.

Gregory Wilson steadied her with a hand. "Go inside."

Once the door closed behind her, Gregory turned to his brother. "Why are you living here?"

"I rented it for Alex..." Vincent's voice trailed off as his gaze darted toward Evelyn's door. "When did you get back?"

"Last night."

Vincent sucked in a sharp breath.

This was bad.

"Vincent." Alexander Hamilton's voice came from behind.

Dressed in dark loungewear, his face was alarmingly pale. His gaze frosted over the moment it landed on Gregory.

Gregory nodded calmly. "Mr. Hamilton. What a coincidence."

The air turned glacial.

Evelyn pushed the door open again, holding out a bottle of hangover pills. "Here."

Alexander ignored the offering, his eyes locked on her.

Vincent hastily took the bottle instead. "Thanks, Evelyn."

"Too soon for that," Alexander said coldly. "Your brother hasn't been promoted to husband yet."

The sharp scent of alcohol clung to him. Evelyn frowned. "You were drinking again last night?"

"Since when do I report my schedule to you?" His stare was icy. "Company secrets. Can't disclose."

Gregory stepped slightly in front of Evelyn. "Since we're all here, would you care to join us for breakfast, Mr. Hamilton? I made enough for two."

The tension spiked instantly.

Vincent broke out in a cold sweat. "No, no, we should go—"

"Sure." Alexander's lips curved into a humorless smile as he strode past them into Evelyn's apartment.

Vincent gaped.

"Coming?" Gregory asked.

"I just remembered an emergency!" Vincent bolted.

In the dining room, Alexander sat in Evelyn's usual chair, leisurely eating a sandwich.

He'd forced her into the seat across from him.

Gregory remained standing beside her. "For the record, I didn't stay over last night. I came this morning to make dog food for White Coat and decided to cook breakfast."

The small dog nuzzled affectionately against his leg.

Alexander glanced at the pet and smirked. "How domestic of you, Dr. Wilson."