Chapter 248

Nathan froze for a heartbeat. His chest tightened painfully.

Evelyn's flushed cheeks drained of color as sobriety hit her like ice water. She glared at Alexander with fiery indignation.

"Alexander Whitmore! How dare you act so shamelessly? Release me this instant! I refuse to go anywhere with you!"

Alexander let her thrash and curse to her heart's content. At this moment, nothing else in the world mattered to him except tearing her away from that man.

Seeing her drunk and laughing with a stranger in that private room had ignited a fury in him. How could Evelyn be so reckless?

"Nathan Blackwood, you absolute brute! Unhand me—Ah!"

Without warning, Alexander hooked an arm around Evelyn's waist and hauled her over his shoulder, striding from the room with grim determination. His expression was stormy.

"Put me down! I'm going to be sick!"

Evelyn pounded his back with her fists. The world spun violently, her stomach churning until tears pricked her eyes.

"Go ahead," Alexander said coldly, unmoved. He almost welcomed it—let this be her punishment for being such a deceitful little liar.

As they vanished from the VIP lounge, Dominic's lips pressed into a thin line, fury darkening his gaze.

"That arrogant bastard has no manners whatsoever."

"Mr. Whitmore, shall we pursue them?" His assistant asked urgently.

"Have someone tail her."

Dominic's voice was deceptively calm. He still held the glass Evelyn had drunk from, his thumb tracing the faint imprint of her lipstick along the rim.

"Who would've guessed Nathan Blackwood is married?"

His assistant blinked in disbelief. "When did this happen? There's been no news of it."

"Investigate it."

Dominic raised the glass to his lips, sipping from where Evelyn had. His tone was measured, but the ice in his gold-rimmed eyes could freeze hell itself. "Dig into Nathan Blackwood's recent activities. And find out the true nature of their relationship."

Nathan had intended to take Evelyn back to his own suite, but the thought of Julian passed out on the couch made him change course. Instead, he carried her straight out of the club.

Staff and patrons stared but didn't interfere—just another lovers' quarrel, they assumed.

"Alexander... I really might vomit... This is unbearable..."

The hangover remedy had begun working, but being slung over his shoulder like a sack of grain made Evelyn seasick. Her weak whimper tugged at something primal in Alexander.

Desire coiled hot in his gut. His Adam's apple bobbed. "Then perhaps you shouldn't have gotten drunk, Evelyn."

The moment her feet touched pavement, Evelyn shoved him hard against the car door.

Alexander's breath hitched as she pressed against him, her flushed face inches from his. Her delicate hands splayed across his chest before curling into fists.

Then she threw up.

Alexander's eyes flew wide. "You—!"

Evelyn doubled over, emptying the contents of her stomach all over his immaculate Armani suit.

The stench of half-digested seafood and alcohol made Alexander gag. His expression turned thunderous. This infuriating woman used me as a goddamn support beam?!

"Alexander Blackwood, are you some kind of vengeful spirit? Why do you keep haunting me? Get lost! I can't stand the sight of you!"

Evelyn pushed at him weakly, but Alexander seized her wrists, pinning her with a glare that could melt steel.

"Who was that pretty boy with the glasses?"

"Who? Oh, him?" Evelyn's almond eyes glittered with mischief through her drunken haze. She smiled, slow and wicked. "That's my new lover. Got a problem with that?"