Chapter 97

It was impossible to deny that Evelyn had feelings for Alexander. Yet, she couldn’t quite define what they were.

Had their time together, or the things he had done for her, crossed into love? She wasn’t sure.

Alexander was everything—handsome, wealthy, kind, and endlessly attentive. He always put her first. How could she not be drawn to him?

But was that love?

Alexander only smiled at her uncertainty, unfazed. His thumb brushed lightly over her lips. "It's fine," he murmured. "We have time. There’s no rush."

His voice was soft, reassuring. "You’ll come to love me eventually."

Then, with a pause, he added, "But until then, I won’t push. We’ll only move forward when you’re ready—when you want me completely."

When he finally released her hand and stood to leave, Evelyn snapped out of her daze.

"Wait," she blurted. "What about you? Do you love me?"

Alexander turned, his eyes gleaming like stars against the night. "Of course I do."

Evelyn froze.

She had expected hesitation, deflection—anything but this. They had only just met. How could he already love her?

Before she could question him, he continued, "Just promise me one thing—stay awake in the bathtub next time. I’d hate to lose you before you even fall for me."

A faint smirk played on his lips. "Now, if you’re still hungry, get dressed. Dinner’s waiting."

Once he was gone, Evelyn sat motionless, her pulse still racing from his confession.

Eventually, she dressed and descended the stairs. The rich aroma of food greeted her before she even reached the dining room.

Alexander stood by the table, the cutlery already arranged.

"Did you order takeout?" she asked, eyeing the spread—perfectly portioned, mouthwatering dishes.

"In a way," he said, amused.

Technically, it was true. A five-star chef had prepared it and delivered it to their door.

He carefully deboned a piece of fish and placed it on her plate.

Evelyn hesitated. "You don’t have to do that."

Alexander didn’t look up as he peeled a shrimp. "Who says I’m doing it for you? I just enjoy taking things apart."

He set the peeled shrimp beside the fish.

Her plate was soon half-full—fish, shrimp, tender meat, crisp vegetables—all waiting for her.

A warmth spread through her chest.

It had been so long since someone cared for her like this.

Her entire life had been discipline, training, expectations.

When she was old enough, she left, chasing her own dreams—only to fail spectacularly, becoming a laughingstock.

And then Dominic—her final breaking point.

After that, she had cut ties completely.

But now, here was Alexander, peeling shrimp for her like it was the most natural thing in the world.

And for the first time in years, Evelyn didn’t feel alone.