Chapter 178

"What's so special about Horizon Media?"

Alexander Kingsley's voice turned icy, his wedding band glinting coldly under the light.

Evelyn Sinclair adjusted her collar with deliberate slowness. "It's my job." She paused. "At least there, I find my worth."

Horizon had witnessed her rebirth.

The day she fled Royal Gardens, she'd stood before the Horizon skyscraper, squinting against the sunlight reflected off its glass facade.

That was when she realized—only what she held in her hands would never betray her.

"Name any position at Kingsley Group." Alexander gripped her wrist. "Nathan's served me for ten years. It's time for a change."

A shadow flickered in his eyes.

If she wanted, he'd even partition half his CEO office for her.

"I'm not qualified." Evelyn pulled her hand free. "Your work pace requires even someone like Nathan to take regular IV drips."

And besides...

Her fingers instinctively brushed her abdomen.

Alexander's gaze darkened at the movement.

"The Ashfords..." His voice carried a dangerous edge.

"Isn't being Mrs. Kingsley enough?" Evelyn laughed lightly. "Surely Madam Ashford isn't foolish enough to offend both the Kingsleys and her own son."

Alexander suddenly seized her chin.

The heat of his fingertips made her lashes flutter.

"So certain," he murmured, thumb tracing her lips, "this child is Julian's?"

Her breath hitched.

Alexander pressed his thumb against her mouth. "Perhaps..." He leaned close, his whisper scalding her ear, "it's mine."

The words exploded like water hitting boiling oil.

Evelyn shoved him away, only to be pinned into the sofa.

"You—" Her protest dissolved into a searing kiss.

Alexander's palm settled over her abdomen, the heat seeping through fabric to brand her skin.

Lately, he always did this.

No matter how fierce their passion, he'd always end with this gentle touch.

As if confirming something.

Or... anticipating.

"Next year," his lips brushed her earlobe, "give me one."

Evelyn's traitorous tongue replied: "Maybe this one is..."

Instantly, she regretted it.

Alexander chuckled darkly, his canine scraping her sensitive ear.

"If you're lying..." He sucked the lobe between his teeth. "I'll choose to believe it."

That night, Alexander was relentless.

He chanted her name like making up for lost time.

Drowning in pleasure, Evelyn's thoughts drifted—

What if...

What if this child truly was his...

Her phone vibrated on the nightstand.

Seven days of unread messages flooded in.

The latest was from Julian Ashford:

[Evelyn, we need to talk. It's urgent.]