Chapter 284: Hostility and Recognition

Ava was truly beautiful.

Alexander Mitchell's gaze was tender yet tinged with a trace of unwilling regret.

He suspended his finger over her eyebrow, gently tracing its arch, and then moved to her eyes, as if caressing her, but always maintaining a distance to avoid waking her.

Ava was so pretty and kind, committed to everything she did. Now a free and wealthy lady, she would certainly have many men pursuing her.

Then he thought of William Bennett.

He disliked William Bennett, but from another perspective, that dislike was a form of recognition.

Because he recognized that William Bennett wasn't a poor match.

Only a man capable of making Alexander Mitchell feel threatened was not an ordinary man.

Because an ordinary man wasn't worth it.

If William Bennett liked Ava, or even pursued her...

Alexander couldn't bear to think further. What if Ava ended up with William Bennett and was truly happy?
He felt like a terrible person, so bad he didn't want William Bennett to be good to Ava. He didn't want Ava to find happiness with William.

The nicer William was to her, the more it contrasted with his own awfulness.

Many things were clear in Alexander Mitchell’s mind, yet putting them into practice was another story.

Actions and desires were always at odds, leading to an endless string of mistakes.

Suddenly, Alex caught something in the corner of his eye.

Ava Anderson's phone screen lit up.

Someone must be calling her.

But she had silenced her phone the night before.

Alexander glanced down at Ava, who was sleeping soundly.

Who would be calling her so early in the morning?

Carefully, Alex slipped his arm from under Ava’s neck and tiptoed out of bed.

The wound on his back ached—a dull pain that intensified with even a slight pull.

Bearing the discomfort, he stepped over to the phone, the screen showing an unknown number.

He took the phone and walked out the room, answering with a curt, "Hello."

On the other end of the line, Victoria Bennett and William Bennett froze at the sound of a man's voice.

Why would a man be answering her phone so early?

William recognized the voice and furrowed his brow. He was about to speak when he caught Victoria's glance, motioning her to talk instead.

Victoria gathered herself and asked, "Is this Ava's phone?"

Relieved to hear a woman's voice, Alex responded, "Yes, who's this?"

Could it be her friend Amelia Bennett? But the voice didn’t quite match.

"I'm a friend of hers," said Victoria. "Why are you answering her phone? Where is she?"

"She's asleep right now, she had a rough night."

Alexander's words carried a hint of ambiguity.

A shock ran through Victoria, "Where is she sleeping?"

"Where else but with me," Alex replied coolly. "What do you need with her? Tell me directly, and I'll let her know when she wakes up."
"Who are you?" Victoria Bennett exclaimed in surprise. "How did you end up spending the night with Ava?"

"I'm her husband—is it that strange for us to be together?" he responded.

Victoria Bennett was speechless.

"Why don't you call her back later? We didn't get much sleep last night; she's exhausted," he suggested before hanging up the phone promptly.

After he hung up, Alexander Mitchell stared at Ava Anderson's phone and chuckled at himself mockingly.

What was going on with him? He was almost desperate to declare to everyone that he was still Ava's husband.

But the truth was, he wasn't anymore.