Chapter 909

"Bro, this time it really wasn't me." Vincent Wilson handed over his phone, displaying a paparazzi shot of Alexander Hamilton and Evelyn Carter entering the hospital together.

Gregory Wilson glanced at the screen, his lips quirking slightly. "Expected."

He stood, clipped the leash onto White Coat's collar, and walked out without another word. Vincent scratched his head as he watched his brother leave—had Gregory moved on or not? If his brother married first, maybe he could enjoy his bachelor life a little longer.

Alexander ended the room service call while Evelyn still slept soundly. He arranged breakfast quietly, the aroma of crab roe dumplings filling the suite.

"Make do with this." He offered her chopsticks just as she finished freshening up.

Evelyn eyed the elaborate spread. "If this is 'making do,' Michelin restaurants should close shop."

"You're pregnant and still working." His gaze dropped to her barely visible bump. "I won't let you endure hardships."

She sipped her congee, steam obscuring her expression. "Eat quickly. You have that morning meeting."

Only at the doorway did Alexander hesitate. "We might need to use the side exit today."

Her fingers paused on her shoelaces. "Trouble again?"

"Got photographed last night." He frowned at the news alert. "Strange—I haven't attended any public events recently."

Evelyn skimmed the article. "Maybe they're targeting me."

She grabbed her bag, but Alexander suddenly loosened his tie. His deft fingers transformed his pristine business attire into disheveled casualwear, even mussing his usually perfect hair into artfully tousled strands.

"You..." Evelyn stifled a laugh at his reflection in the elevator mirror. "Now you look like a celebrity dodging paparazzi."

He froze. She sighed. "Let's leave separately. Your face is too recognizable—just showing up confirms the rumors."

At the parking garage, their hands both reached for the buttons. When their fingers brushed, Alexander jerked back as if burned.

"Go ahead." Evelyn calmly pressed for the lobby.

Before parting, Alexander seemed to wrestle with unspoken words. She waved her phone. "It's only three months. No need to panic."

Turning toward the hospital's side entrance, she paused at the corner. Her palm pressed lightly against her abdomen—though barely showing, her back already ached. At this rate, she'd soon have to step back from surgeries.

A shutter click sounded in the distance. Evelyn whirled around just in time to see a shadow vanish behind the trees.