Chapter 765

The curtains in Evelyn's office were half-drawn, casting dappled sunlight across the floor. Alexander sat on the corner sofa, his gaze lingering on her sleeping profile. Her breathing was even, her lashes casting delicate shadows on her cheeks.

He rose quietly and readjusted the slipping blanket over her shoulders.

The early spring wind still carried a chill.

In the hallway, Alexander had just closed the door when he ran into Gregory. The doctor, with a pen tucked in his white coat pocket, nodded at him. "Mr. Hamilton."

Alexander's jaw tightened as he gave a curt acknowledgment.

"You've been visiting quite often lately," Gregory remarked, adjusting his glasses.

"Hmm."

Whispers floated from the nurses' station. A few young nurses peeked around, their eyes darting between the two men. Alexander's recent behavior was nothing like the cold-hearted ex-husband from the rumors.

"Care to talk?" Gregory gestured toward the side door.

Outside the outpatient building, cherry blossom trees were just sprouting tender buds. Alexander cut straight to the point. "You still have feelings for her."

Gregory let out a bitter laugh. "Can't hide anything from you." He removed his glasses to clean them. "I meant it when I said I've moved on, but the feelings are still there. The way she stands at the operating table—who wouldn't be captivated?"

Alexander's fingers twitched slightly.

"Too bad I'm not the one in her eyes." Gregory put his glasses back on, his gaze clear behind the lenses. "Wishing you happiness in advance."

His white coat billowed slightly as he turned away.

Evelyn noticed that Alexander had started nodding at Gregory when they crossed paths. Though still distant, it was better than the previous tension. Her steps lightened as she made her rounds.

"Dr. Carter, you seem in high spirits today?" a pregnant patient on the bed asked with a smile.

Evelyn touched her cheek. "Must be the good test results." She flipped open the medical chart. "Your baby can leave the incubator this afternoon."

The woman's eyes instantly welled up. "Thank you... We almost..." Her husband had broken three ribs in a car accident, and she had nearly miscarried.

"Fortune follows survival," Evelyn said softly.

That afternoon, she personally wheeled the incubator to the ward. The premature baby, born at seven months, slept soundly with rosy cheeks and tiny clenched fists.

"200 grams heavier than last week," Evelyn said as she handed the baby to the mother.

The new mother trembled as she took her child. "We couldn't even visit her once..." Tears fell onto the infant's swaddle.

Evelyn's chest tightened. She thought of the child she had lost and blurted out, "At least you can still hold her..."

Regret followed the words immediately.

"You have a child too?" the mother asked in surprise.

"Divorced. The baby..." Evelyn's throat constricted. "Didn't make it."

The room fell into silence.

"I'm so sorry!" the woman stammered. "Um... I have a friend who works at a pharmaceutical company. He's got great prospects..."

An image flashed through Evelyn's mind—Alexander that morning, bringing her breakfast, a coffee stain on his cuff. She shook her head. "Too busy with work."

"Just one meeting!" the woman pressed eagerly. "He's actually coming to the hospital tomorrow..."

Footsteps echoed in the hallway. Alexander appeared at the doorway, arms full of documents, his gaze settling on Evelyn's slightly flushed ears.