Chapter 596

Western culture has always been more open-minded. A man and woman sharing a room doesn't necessarily mean anything—they might not even know each other's names.

But Alexander Hamilton has always been meticulous about his reputation. The fact that he kept a girl at his place late into the night naturally piqued his friends' curiosity.

"She's not my girlfriend," Alexander said, unable to hide the sweetness in his voice. "She's my wife."

He deliberately omitted the word "ex."

The group call erupted into chaos.

For someone like him, having a girlfriend was already surprising enough. No one expected him to be married.

Amidst the congratulations, his friends eagerly pressed for details about their love story.

Alexander only smiled without answering.

"Alex, next time we're in China for business, you have to introduce us to your wife!"

"Yeah, we didn’t even get to say hello earlier. How rude of us."

"Just video call her now and introduce us!"

Their enthusiasm was overwhelming.

Thinking of Evelyn Carter’s likely reaction, Alexander sighed helplessly. "That’s not up to me. She’s very independent—it depends on whether she wants to meet you."

The faces on the screen all froze in shock.

Before they could bombard him with more questions, Alexander straightened up. "Alright, back to work. It’s already 3:30 AM here. If we don’t hurry, we’ll be pulling an all-nighter."

Only then did they reluctantly set aside their gossip and refocus on the task at hand.

Evelyn slept unusually deeply that night.

When her alarm went off, she drowsily reached out to turn it off and slowly opened her eyes.

Alexander should have gone back next door by now. Or was he still asleep on the couch?

Remembering that he had been working until 3 AM, she tiptoed out of the bedroom—only to nearly collide with Alexander, who was carrying breakfast in the living room.

The wall clock read 7:40.

"Did you mess with my clock again?"

"No."

"So you didn’t sleep at all?"

Alexander, wearing an apron, answered calmly, "I slept for three hours."

"Sleep deprivation can lead to sudden death."

"Dr. Carter, cursing me first thing in the morning?"

"I’m saying you should go back to sleep. I can grab breakfast on the way."

"Breakfast is important," Alexander said seriously.

When she remained frozen in the doorway, he set the toast down on the table and turned back. "Aren’t you going to freshen up?"

"Right. I’ll go now." Evelyn snapped out of her daze.

This scene was beyond anything she could have imagined.

Alexander making breakfast in her apartment? It felt like a dream.

Still in disbelief, she walked into the bathroom—and was stunned once more.

The bathtub was filled with warm water. Toothpaste was neatly squeezed onto her toothbrush.

"What on earth—" She peeked out to ask, only to meet Alexander’s expectant gaze as he returned.

"I drew the bath. I squeezed the toothpaste." His eyes sparkled with anticipation. "You’ve been busy with work lately. Saving you some time is the least I can do. Consider it repayment for letting me stay the night."

He had answered every question before she could even ask.

"I already showered last night. I just need a quick rinse in the morning—no time for a bath."

Alexander nodded obediently. "Noted."

"You letting me stay last night was more than enough to repay the favor." Evelyn eyed the prepped toothpaste, feeling oddly unsettled. "I can take care of myself."

"Understood. I’ll be more mindful in the future." Alexander smoothly conceded. "Go ahead and freshen up. Breakfast will be ready soon."

Without giving her a chance to refuse, he gently ushered her into the bathroom and closed the door behind her.

The word "future" set off alarm bells in Evelyn’s mind. But faced with a tub of warm water, she couldn’t bring herself to waste it.

In the end, she indulged in a short soak, emerging refreshed.

The dining table was laden with an elaborate breakfast—every dish prepared for two.

"We don’t need to be this fancy for breakfast at home." Evelyn frowned at the seven or eight plates.

Alexander, still in his apron, looked every bit the domestic ideal. "I’m thinking of installing a dishwasher to lighten Auntie Wu’s load."

"...Whatever."

Bringing up Auntie Wu made it hard for Evelyn to object.

"These dishes are from my place." Alexander handed her a pair of chopsticks.

Only then did Evelyn notice the mismatched tableware.

"Vincent bought them based on my preferences." Alexander said leisurely. "Seems we have similar taste."

"I just bought whatever was convenient."

"Then it must be fate."