Chapter 523

Evelyn studied him for a few seconds before silently pulling out her phone to book an appointment with a specialist.

Inside the examination room sat a familiar face.

"Dr. Wilson?" She forced a smile.

Dr. Wilson adjusted his glasses. "Dr. Carter? I thought it might be someone else with the same name when I saw the appointment."

"Not that many coincidences in the world." Evelyn pulled out a chair and sat down.

Alexander, standing nearby, tensed slightly.

Having heard hospital gossip, Dr. Wilson hesitated. "And this is...?"

"A friend." Her tone was flat.

Alexander didn’t correct her, cutting straight to the point. "She’s been unwell since yesterday. Vomited multiple times this morning."

Understanding, Dr. Wilson quickly wrote up lab orders.

Results came back swiftly.

"All indicators are normal," he chose his words carefully. "Likely psychogenic vomiting."

Alexander frowned. "Psychological?"

"Not that severe," Dr. Wilson clarified. "Just stress-related. Rest should help."

Evelyn nodded. "It’s been a busy time."

"I’ll prescribe some calming herbal medicine, along with dietary adjustments." He handed her the prescription. "You’re the expert—no need for me to elaborate."

"Thank you."

Alexander remained silent throughout. After paying and collecting the medication, he guided her out of the hospital.

By evening, they returned to the resort.

Alexander retrieved Baby Chloe from the childcare center, where the little one slept soundly.

Evelyn checked her, relieved to see the baby’s rosy cheeks and tiny lips smacking contentedly before retreating to her room.

Files sent by Vincent Wilson cluttered the desk.

Delayed by recent events, she was behind schedule.

She’d just picked up a document when the door was blocked.

"You need rest." Alexander stood in the doorway.

"I’ll sleep after reviewing these."

"Dr. Wilson said you must eat on time."

"..."

"I can’t handle her when she wakes." He added quietly.

Evelyn didn’t move.

Alexander strode in, gathered the files, and reached for her hand—then stopped. Instead, he murmured, "Come on."

Back in his suite, Baby Chloe had woken, kicking off her blanket.

"Hungry?" Alexander lifted her with practiced ease.

The baby blinked her big eyes at Evelyn, babbling in baby talk.

Evelyn stroked her cheek. "She just napped briefly."

Alexander prepared warm water, but the baby squirmed toward the door.

"She wants to go out?"

As they puzzled, the daytime caregiver smiled. "She finds the room stuffy."

Dusk settled outside.

"I’ll take her to the garden," Alexander said.

The caregiver beamed. "Madam should join. Fathers aren’t as attentive as mothers."

"She’s not my wife."

"But everyone says—"

"We were." Evelyn cut in.

The caregiver nodded knowingly. "Little ones sense things best."

After she left, Alexander asked, "Coming?"

Evelyn rubbed her temples. "Let’s eat first."

She dug a tiny jacket from her luggage. As she slid one sleeve on, Alexander wordlessly supported the baby’s other arm.

The baby giggled delightedly.

Once dressed, Chloe clung to Alexander, refusing to be put down.

"Let’s go." He opened the door.

Evelyn knew his game.

Using the child as leverage so she couldn’t refuse.

And it worked—she could never harden her heart around their baby.