Chapter 127

Alexander Prescott opened his arms with a welcoming grin as his gaze settled on Evelyn Hartley.

Evelyn responded with a dazzling smile, stepping effortlessly into his embrace. Their bond was instant and profound, evident in the way Alexander's lips curved into a sunlit smile—warm, comforting, and utterly genuine.

When they finally pulled apart, Evelyn, still glowing from his presence, asked, "How long are you staying this time?"

Alexander's answer was firm, leaving no room for doubt. "I'm not going anywhere."

The simplicity of his declaration sent a ripple of delight through Evelyn. "That's amazing!" she exclaimed, her own decision aligning perfectly with his. "I've decided not to go back to Chixdon either."

A knowing smile played on Alexander's lips. "I know," he murmured, his voice soft yet assured.

"Let's get lunch," Evelyn suggested, eager to catch up.

Alexander nodded, but before he could respond, his phone buzzed.

"One second," he said, pulling it from his pocket.

Answering, he greeted, "Theodore."

Evelyn's curiosity flickered at the name, her brows lifting slightly as she tried to decipher the conversation from Alexander's end.

Whatever Theodore was saying on the other line, it amused Alexander, his expression shifting into something lighter.

"Yeah, just landed. I've got plans for lunch, but we can meet for dinner," Alexander said, his tone decisive. He glanced at Evelyn before adding, "Alright, we'll talk more tonight. See you then." With that, he ended the call.

Evelyn let out a soft laugh, shaking her head. "Theodore always has the worst timing, doesn't he?"

Alexander chuckled, slipping his phone away. "You're absolutely right," he agreed. "Now, where are you taking me for lunch?"

"Any cravings?" Evelyn asked, ready to indulge him.

Alexander shook his head, relaxed. "I trust your taste completely."

"Then follow me," Evelyn said, a playful lilt in her voice as she led the way to Harper's Bistro—a place Alexander had always loved.

As they stepped inside the familiar restaurant, Evelyn remarked, "It's been ages since you last came here. Let's see if the food still holds up to your memories."

Once seated, Alexander handed Evelyn a set of silverware—a small but telling gesture of his gentlemanly nature.

Settling in, he turned the conversation toward something more personal. "So, how are things between you and Nathan now? Have you finalized the divorce?"

Alexander had known both Theodore and Nathan for years, their friendship forged through shared experiences and the unspoken understanding that came with being part of Oakwood’s elite.

As the heir to the Prescott family—the second most powerful among the city’s eight influential dynasties—Alexander had always been a figure of quiet authority.