Chapter 248

Dominic slammed his fist against the steering wheel, his knuckles turning white. Nausea churned in his stomach, his vision blurred, and the world spun around him. The car veered wildly, tires screeching as it careened across the empty road like a drunkard’s reckless joyride.

Then—crash!

The impact sent a jolt through his body as the car smashed into a tree, the hood crumpling like paper. Pain exploded in his skull, warm blood trickling down his temple.

Evelyn stretched lazily as sunlight streamed through the curtains, warming her skin. To her surprise, there was no pounding headache, no lingering fog of alcohol—just the crisp clarity of a perfect morning.

Alexander’s hangover remedy actually worked.

The rich aroma of breakfast drifted upstairs, pulling her out of bed. She slipped into her slippers and padded downstairs, where Alexander stood by the stove, an apron tied around his waist.

Her heart swelled at the sight.

She tiptoed behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist before pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. "Good morning."

Alexander chuckled, turning to capture her lips in a quick, affectionate kiss. "Sit. Breakfast is ready."

The table was laden with food—fluffy scrambled eggs, golden-brown sausages, fresh fruit, and buttery toast. But what caught her attention was the glass of honey lemonade he placed in front of her.

"You’re still making me drink this?" She wrinkled her nose playfully.

"Consider it digestive aid," he insisted, his tone leaving no room for argument.

With a dramatic sigh, she took a sip—then blinked in surprise. "It’s actually good."

Alexander smirked. "Of course it is. I made it."

As they ate, he checked his phone, playing a voice memo from his assistant. "Mr. Kensington, your schedule today includes three back-to-back meetings and a lunch appointment with Mr. Whitmore from Celestia Group at The Canopy. The first meeting starts at—"

He stopped the playback mid-sentence, glancing at Evelyn. "You get the idea."

She stifled a laugh. "So, no free time for me today?"

"I’ll make time," he promised, just as Harrison appeared in the doorway, waiting discreetly.

"Did you get her home safely last night?" Alexander asked, though he already knew the answer.

Harrison nodded. "All the way to her lobby."

Evelyn’s brows furrowed. "Wait—you’re talking about Bella?"

Alexander gave her a knowing look. "You really don’t remember anything from last night, do you?"

She groaned, burying her face in her hands. "I was that drunk?"

His laughter filled the kitchen, warm and rich. "Let’s just say you had opinions about the wine selection."

Evelyn groaned again. "I need another glass of that lemonade."