Chapter 530

Evelyn Carter looked down at the baby in her arms.

The little one clenched tiny fists, yawned, then puckered her lips as if about to cry.

With a sigh, Evelyn turned off the video on her phone and retrieved the baby's special blanket and pillow from the cabinet. She carefully arranged them in the center of the large bed.

Alexander Hamilton gently placed the baby down and settled on her left side, his intense gaze locking onto Evelyn. Aren’t you coming up?

The baby suddenly rolled over, raising both fists above her head. Though her eyes were heavy with sleep, she whimpered stubbornly.

Resigned, Evelyn slipped off her shoes and lay down on the baby’s right side.

Alexander’s large hand patted the little blanket rhythmically.

"You know how to soothe a baby?" Evelyn whispered.

"Auntie Marry taught me. Never had the chance to practice."

Turns out, Auntie Marry—the professional who raised Alexander—had passed down her expertise flawlessly.

The baby’s fussing gradually quieted, her eyelids drooping.

Evelyn hummed a lullaby she’d learned at the hospital until the baby was sound asleep. "She’s out. I’m heading back," she murmured.

Alexander remained frozen in position, half his body numb from staying still too long. He barely processed her words.

"I’ll come by tomorrow morning," Evelyn added.

"Keycard’s on the shoe cabinet by the door," he muttered, afraid to lift his arm and risk waking the baby.

Evelyn had to exit from the opposite side of the bed, tiptoeing toward the door.

Just as she slipped on her slippers, the baby let out a sudden wail.

Alexander immediately resumed patting the blanket. "Shh, it’s okay. Auntie’s here!"

Evelyn hurried back to the bed, holding her breath as she resumed the lullaby.

Their seamless teamwork eventually lulled the baby back to sleep.

Evelyn’s eyes met Alexander’s.

Even the most angelic baby could be a tyrant at bedtime.

"Wait a little longer," Alexander whispered. "Till she’s deep asleep."

Evelyn had no choice. She grabbed a pillow and lay down fully dressed.

Only when both mother and child were breathing evenly did Alexander dare to move his stiff arm. He carefully unfolded a blanket and draped it over them.

Seeing the baby peaceful, Evelyn mouthed, I’ll stay tonight. You go.

Alexander arched a brow. Kicking me out now?

Evelyn ignored him, simply gesturing toward the door.

A man, a woman, and a baby alone at night.

The scenario was awakening memories she’d rather forget.

Her defenses were at an all-time high, her anti-wolf radar on full alert.

Alexander relented. Arguing would risk waking the baby. He rose reluctantly.

But the moment he reached the coffee table, an ear-splitting wail erupted behind him.

The baby’s face flushed crimson as she sobbed uncontrollably.

Evelyn scooped her up, soothing her until the cries faded into hiccups.

Alexander had no choice but to return to his spot.

Only with both of them present did the baby finally settle back to sleep.

"Try standing up again," Evelyn challenged.

He did.

The baby’s scream this time was even louder.

"What’s wrong with her?" Evelyn massaged her temples. "How did Miss Langley manage alone?"

"Maybe she had a nanny."

"Didn’t see one this time."

"...Maybe she feels insecure without her mom?"

Evelyn surrendered.

Alexander chuckled. "With the baby here, what could I possibly do? Sleep."

Exhaustion crept in. Evelyn conceded—a baby between them was safeguard enough.

Lulled by the infant’s milky scent, she drifted off quickly.

Listening to their synchronized breathing, Alexander gazed at the sleeping child in his arms, his heart overflowing with sweetness.

He pulled the blanket over his two girls and closed his eyes, content.

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BANG BANG BANG!

The violent pounding on the door jolted all three awake.

Alexander instinctively shielded the baby’s ears.

Evelyn sat up groggily. "Did you order breakfast?"

"Room service isn’t this aggressive," Alexander said, instantly alert.

A roar came from outside: "Evelyn! Are you in there?!"

Her face paled. "Dad!"

"Alexander Hamilton! Give me back my daughter!" Andrew Anderson’s voice shook the door.

Evelyn frantically scanned the bathroom, closet, even the window.

"Jumping from the penthouse isn’t an option," Alexander said calmly. "Hiding now would just look guilty."

"Then what?"

The real problem was the baby. With Andrew’s temper, seeing this scene would be a death sentence for Alexander.

Hotel staff gathered outside, voices overlapping in attempts to mediate.

"Sir, please calm down—"

"Back off!" Andrew bellowed. "Fetch your boss, Alexander Hamilton! He’s got explaining to do, or this isn’t over!"