Chapter 211

“And you are…?” Only then did Evelyn realize something was odd.

“It’s going to be chilly tonight. Here are Ms. Carter’s jacket, blanket, and some snacks. I’d appreciate it if you could pass them to her.” Harrison stepped forward, took in Evelyn’s bewildered expression, shoved the items into her hands, and turned to leave without another word.

His task was simply to deliver the items. He didn’t need to see Evelyn in person.

“Wait, you—” Evelyn snapped out of her daze, but the man was already halfway to the elevator, his long strides covering the distance effortlessly.

She returned to the lab, arms laden with the bags. Inside, Evelyn found Evelyn hunched over her workstation, completely absorbed in her samples. “Delivery!” Evelyn called out from the doorway.

Evelyn turned, blinking at the sight of the two large bags. “I thought you went to freshen up. How did you manage to get delivery so fast?”

Evelyn scoffed. “What delivery service operates at this speed? I didn’t order anything. Your guardian angel dropped these off.”

Realization dawned on Evelyn. Late at night, Alexander had sent clothes and food—so meticulously thoughtful. If he wasn’t her guardian angel, who was?

“Guardian angel?” Evelyn feigned ignorance, but as she unzipped one of the bags and spotted her jacket and blanket, she knew exactly who was responsible.

Hadn’t Alexander insisted on keeping their relationship private? Yet here he was, boldly showing up at her workplace. Even if it was brief, he could’ve been seen. “Where is he?” She craned her neck, scanning the hallway.

“Gone.” Evelyn waved a hand, amused by Evelyn’s reaction. “So it was him! What’s the big deal? He’s not some mythical creature—just a guy who cares enough to bring you food and clothes in the middle of the night. That already puts him ahead of most useless men out there.”

Evelyn’s lips pursed. “Incomparable.” After experiencing the best, nothing else measured up. Comparing Dominic to Alexander? Laughable. Her expression twisted with disdain.

Evelyn chuckled. “Right, right, incomparable. Though, between you and me, he’s a bit awkward—not the smoothest talker, and his looks are… well, average. But hey, points for effort.”

Evelyn gaped.

Awkward? Average-looking?

She pictured Alexander—his effortless elegance, the way he carried himself like royalty. And here was Evelyn, calling him ugly.

“Evelyn,” she said slowly, “are your eyes broken?”

Evelyn huffed. “Even if my word choice was off, don’t attack my taste. I have excellent taste.” She folded her arms, doubling down.

Evelyn sighed. Maybe beauty truly was subjective. Not everyone could appreciate Alexander’s perfection.