Evelyn’s POV
The gossip was everywhere. The headlines about Calvin Wolfe, CEO of Wolfe Haven International, taking rising starlet Clara Whitmore abroad for "dical treatnt" quickly topped the entertainnt charts.
When I saw the news, they were already at the most famous plastic surgery hospital in Hungary. Clara was wearing a hat, mask, and sunglasses, not an inch of skin exposed, tightly protected by Calvin’s security team.
Calvin had spent a fortune to secure an entire dical team dedicated solely to Clara, all to heal the scars on her face.
The news made a spectacle of how attentive he was—accompanying her to appointnts,staying overnight, comforting her through emotional outbursts.
Their teenage love story went viral online, skyrocketing Clara’s popularity. Movie directors were lining up to sign her.
But then...
Just as the trending topic began to gain traction, Wolfe Haven International had it suppressed. The speed was astonishing.
If Jackson hadn’t specifically sent it to , I might never have known about the photos from their appearance to their disappearance.
Just like... those five years of our mateship.
I’ve never fully understood the extent of Calvin’s true power. But I know that beyond Wolfe Haven International and the Bloodbane Pack, he has another force lurking in the shadows that is equally powerful.
Calvin always gets his way. Just like during our marriage, he controls every bit of information that reaches .
I pushed back the bitter taste in my throat and focused on my lab work.
A week passed before I saw him again.
The twins had finally woken up. After clearing the virus from their system, they’d regained consciousness this morning. Their vital signs were stable, and seeing them open their eyes filled with relief.
My other focus was Leon Robinson’s recovery plan. The long coma had taken its toll on his body. His muscles had wasted away during those months of inactivity.He struggled with even the simplest movents now.
I was reviewing his initial physical therapy results when Emma burst in with news of Calvin’s return.
I frowned. Why was he here in Viremont? He should be in Hungary with Clara, fixing her face.
A smile tugged at my lips. I knew exactly what I’d done. That dicine would make plastic surgery impossible,it would sink right through the skin into the bone.
The bone-deep itch would make her scratch until she bled, giving only brief relief. Even after treatnt, it would flare up again.
The cycle would continue until she broke.
I didn’t rush to send Clara to join her pack in prison for this reason. A controlled enemy is easier to manage.
But Calvin saw things differently.
I found him in a black Maybach outside Evelink Biosciences, eyes closed, seemingly resting.
As I stepped off the lab, Zeon opened the Maybach’s door and quietly spoke.
"Alpha, Miss Evelyn is here."
Those raven-dark lashes lifted, obsidian eyes finding through the window. I wore a light blue long-sleeved dress today, hair pulled up, pearl earrings making my skin look snow-white. My red lips pressed thin at the sight of him.
Calvin pinched his nose bridge and left the car. His powerful legs in black trousers entered my view first as he strode toward .
"Why are you here again?" I asked, impatient.
His voice,deep and rich like aged wine,ca out calm.
"Evelyn, I can’t sleep."
"If you can’t sleep, take dicine. How does coming here help?"
I found it absurd. If he’d said he ca for the children, I might have softened. But insomnia? What kind of excuse was that?
Calvin’s POV
The lack of proper rest was making my temples throb painfully. I’ve always had trouble sleeping, but after marrying Evelyn, the condition improved significantly, though I couldn’t explain why.
After our rejection, the headaches returned. I endured them all.
When I truly couldn’t sleep, I resorted to dication. Over ti, my dependence on sleeping pills increased, as did the dosage. My family doctor had long suggested I try to break my reliance on sleep dication.
But I couldn’t.
Until... I encountered Evelyn again.
Without dication, as long as she was by my side, insomnia ceased to exist. After experiencing one night of peaceful sleep, I found myself craving more, though reason suppressed that desire to the darkest corners of my mind.
Now that she understood why I had co, she seed determined not to invite into the lab. As she turned to get back into her car, I caught her wrist. I controlled my strength this ti, not hurting her, but firmly enough that she couldn’t break free.
I looked directly into her eyes. "Na your price."
Evelyn frowned. "What do you an?"
"If you wanted to treat insomnia symptoms, couldn’t any number of doctors here or abroad do that? It’s not so rare condition. You..."
My gaze burned into hers. "They can’t cure it."
The disbelief in her eyes was so transparent.
My temples throbbed more painfully, my lips turning pale as waves of pain shot through my brain.
"Those five years of our mateship were when I slept best," I admitted.
"Second to that was last week when we stayed together."
I was honest, but my words clearly startled Evelyn, who quickly cut off.
"We weren’t staying together!" she protested. "We were looking after our sick child. Be clear about what you’re saying, otherwise people might misunderstand!"
My expression darkened instantly at her words, my jawline tensing sharply as I studied her with penetrating intensity.
Then I let out a scornful laugh.
"Afraid of who misunderstanding? Gary? Or Leon Robinson?"
Evelyn’s POV
I sensed sothing off about Calvin’s emotional state recently. His words gave the strange impression he was jealous.
But then I thought, that’s impossible.
Calvin’s fingers tightened slightly around my wrist,his domineering presence invading my personal space, making step back uncomfortably.
Noticing my resistance and evasion, sothing in his eyes darkened.
"You’re afraid of ?" he asked.
"Shouldn’t I be? You’re protecting the person who hurt your own sons. What if you decided to turn on your ex-mate next?"
Calvin looked at as though my words were absurd.
"We live in a society governed by law. I wouldn’t—couldn’t—do anything illegal."
I let out a cold laugh, mocking him.
"Like bailing Clara out last ti, and now keeping her in your ho despite the evidence against her..."
His handso eyebrows furrowed as he stared at aningfully.
"My people investigated and found that Clara wasn’t responsible for those incidents. I know you’re worried about Rowan and Rhys, but we can’t falsely accuse an innocent person."
Zeon had been by his side for so long that his abilities were beyond question.
Suddenly, a critical point flashed through my mind. My eyes narrowed as I looked at him seriously. "Is... Zeon handling this investigation?"
"No, another secretary."
As he ntioned this secretary, he gave a particular look, the darkness in his eyes seeming to tell ...
That person was soone I knew and trusted!
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