Chapter 471

Alexander Kensington held a kitchen knife, his brow furrowed in thought before he finally murmured, "She only enjoys my cooking."

Sebastian Winslow stayed silent, forced to witness this rare display of affection from the usually stoic man.

He took another bite of the cucumber he'd snatched from the fridge, leaning casually against the counter as he watched Alexander move around the kitchen with practiced ease. The precision of his cuts, the efficiency of his movements—it was clear this wasn’t his first time.

Sebastian exhaled sharply, shaking his head in disbelief. Alexander Kensington, cooking? The idea was almost laughable. What kind of sorcery is this? He’d never lift a finger for anyone else.

"My curiosity about her is skyrocketing," Sebastian mused, trying to pry more out of him without crossing a line. "What kind of woman could possibly make you this devoted?"

Alexander didn’t even glance up as he tossed the ingredients into the sizzling pan. "People like you wouldn’t understand," he said flatly, flipping the spatula with effortless grace.

Sebastian scoffed. People like me? As if he hadn’t had his fair share of relationships. He rolled his eyes and turned his attention elsewhere—until—

"Holy hell!"

The cucumber slipped from his grip as he stumbled back, nearly crashing into Alexander. The sudden movement made Alexander jerk, nearly dropping the pan before he turned and smacked Sebastian’s forehead with the spatula. "Have you lost your mind?"

"There’s a ghost in your house!" Sebastian hissed, pointing a trembling finger toward the kitchen entrance.

Alexander followed his gaze—and froze.

Standing in the doorway was a figure drenched in mud, her long hair plastered to her face, water dripping onto the floor. She looked like something straight out of a horror film.

For a split second, even Alexander was stunned. Then recognition flickered in his eyes.

Evelyn.

He quickly turned off the stove and moved toward her, his voice softening. "What happened?"

"Who is he?" Evelyn demanded, her sharp gaze locking onto Sebastian, her finger accusatory.

Sebastian paled. Oh god, the ghost is pointing at me. Is this how I die?

"A nobody," Alexander answered dismissively, his attention solely on Evelyn. "Are you hurt?"

"I’m fine," she muttered, pushing her wet hair back. "I was collecting samples in the valley and slipped. Then it started raining." She grimaced, shifting uncomfortably. "I need to shower."

Alexander nodded, brushing a thumb over her muddy cheek. "Go. Don’t catch a cold."

Evelyn gave Sebastian one last suspicious glance before disappearing upstairs.

Sebastian exhaled shakily, pressing a hand to his chest. "Was that—?"

"You met her earlier," Alexander said dryly, returning to the stove. "And you screamed like a child. You scared her."

Sebastian gaped. Scared her? That woman had looked ready to murder him.

Alexander Kensington was full of surprises—but this one took the cake.