Chapter 595

The living room was bathed in the eerie blue glow of a laptop screen at three in the morning.

Evelyn Carter rubbed her eyes as she stepped out of the bedroom, her sleepiness evaporating at the sight before her.

Alexander Hamilton sat upright on the sofa, his laptop screen divided into four video feeds. Three blond, blue-eyed foreigners were engaged in a serious discussion, while an older woman occasionally jotted down notes.

His slender fingers tapped the keyboard intermittently, and he interjected with flawless English. Hearing movement, he snapped his head up, his gaze locking onto Evelyn in her nightgown.

"Sorry," Alexander swiftly closed the laptop and tossed his Bluetooth earpiece onto the coffee table. "Did I wake you?"

Evelyn noticed the dark circles under his eyes. This man, who always prided himself on his impeccable appearance, now had his tie loosely hanging around his neck.

"No, I was thirsty," she instinctively pulled her nightgown collar tighter. "You're in a meeting?"

Alexander was already heading to the kitchen. "Let me get you some water."

The hum of the electric kettle filled the kitchen. Evelyn followed and watched as he expertly adjusted the water temperature, his movements so fluid it was as if he’d used this kitchen countless times before.

"Lukewarm. Safe to drink," he handed her a glass, his fingertips brushing against the back of her hand.

Both recoiled as if shocked.

Cradling the glass, Evelyn saw the exhaustion—and something softer—in his eyes through the rising steam. She suddenly remembered how he’d stood his ground in the boardroom earlier that day.

"Trouble with the overseas branch?"

"Time zones," he massaged his temples. "Go back to bed. I’ll move to the balcony."

Evelyn shook her head. "Don’t let me interrupt."

As she turned to leave, his hand settled gently on her shoulder—warm, firm, and impossible to refuse.

"Goodnight," he murmured, closing the door behind her with the care one would use handling fragile porcelain.

The moment the bedroom door clicked shut, Alexander exhaled deeply and reopened his laptop.

Three grinning faces immediately filled the screen.

"Alex, was that your girlfriend?" The older woman winked.

The two male colleagues whistled. "An Eastern beauty!"

A faint smile tugged at Alexander’s lips. He didn’t deny it.

"So, serious relationship or just for fun?" The youngest executive teased.

Playful jeers erupted through the Bluetooth headset. Alexander’s gaze drifted to the closed bedroom door, his expression softening impossibly further.

"She’s my ex-wife."

The virtual meeting room plunged into stunned silence.