Chapter 921

The air conditioning hummed, blowing cold air, yet the enclosed space remained stifling. Alexander Hamilton's gaze lingered on Evelyn Carter's slightly rounded belly. His brow furrowed involuntarily.

The memory of Evelyn vomiting violently in the office last week twisted his heart into knots.

Vivian Dempsey proved herself the ultimate best friend. Not only had she purchased VIP couple tickets, but she'd specifically chosen aisle seats in the back row.

The entire theater was filled with pairs of lovers. The plush leather sofas were generously spaced, offering excellent privacy.

Alexander exhaled silently in relief.

Sinking into the sofa, Evelyn suddenly understood Vivian's thoughtful arrangement. This wasn't about watching a movie—it was about creating an intimate setting. She made a mental note to treat Vivian to an action film next time.

The screen abruptly lit up.

Evelyn looked up and froze. Onscreen, the lead actors were locked in a passionate embrace, their clothes slipping away. Surround sound speakers emitted breathy moans that burned her ears.

She stared at the English title printed on her ticket stub, fingertips turning cold.

Vivian adored romantic dramas, but who could've predicted the uncensored international version? The much-discussed "emotional turning point" online turned out to be an explicit love scene.

Evelyn discreetly scanned their surroundings.

Their seats were disastrously perfect—dead center, surrounded on all sides by couples. Leaving now would require climbing over at least three rows. With her current baby bump, bending low to sneak out was impossible.

Alexander remained perfectly composed.

He wasn't watching the film at all. His attention stayed fixed on Evelyn's profile—wondering about her lipstick's flavor, whether her morning sickness had improved, if they should ask Olivia Lightfoot for another checkup...

"I'm thirsty."

Evelyn's voice cut through the blue-lit darkness, tension lining her jaw. She'd caught Alexander staring at the screen earlier, setting off internal alarms.

The thermal cup reached her hand at the ideal temperature.

Alexander's Adam's apple bobbed as he watched her sip carefully. When she finished, he expertly tightened the lid, wiped condensation from the exterior, and returned it precisely to its holder.

Onscreen, the action escalated.

The female lead was pressed against an ornate bedpost, sheer curtains swaying violently. Several couples ahead were already entangled—one girl had even straddled her boyfriend's lap.

Evelyn's nails dug into her palms.

She suddenly elbowed the armrest with a dull thud.

"I think I dropped my phone," she said faintly. "Could you...?"

Alexander immediately knelt to search. He combed through every crevice between seats. Watching the crown of his head, Evelyn's chest tightened inexplicably.

"Maybe I imagined it." She tugged gently at his sleeve.

He rose without hesitation. Just then, the onscreen lovers finally separated, panting beneath tangled sheets. As Evelyn exhaled in relief, unmistakable wet sounds came from the row ahead.

That couple was now kissing deeply. The girl's spaghetti strap had slipped to her elbow, the boy's hand already beneath her blouse.