Chapter 556 You Are the Light I Chase
Gilbert's lips curled into a sneer. "So, you found a guy who actually cares about you?"
Sarah felt his mocking laughter cut through her heart like a knife.
"Ulysses likes you? Cares about you? Just 'cause he spent one night with you and gave you a box of antacids, you think he has feelings for you?"
Gilbert let go of her neck and jabbed his finger against her forehead. "I thought you were pathetic, but at least you had some brains. Now I see you're completely worthless. Even giving you Evelyn's face is an insult to it."
Through her blurred vision, Sarah saw the face of the man she had loved for ten years become increasingly distant and unfamiliar.
Tears of heartbreak streamed down her face, but Gilbert remained indifferent to her sorrow. "Don't kid yourself. I know the men of the Taylor family all too well. They only have eyes for Evelyn. Someone like you, with your background and being under my control, do you think you stand a chance? Once he figures you out, there's only one outcome for you—death."
Gilbert pulled a handkerchief from his suit pocket and meticulously wiped the blood from his long fingers. "Stop dreaming, Sarah. You're not worthy."
"And what about you?" Sarah, with a sudden surge of defiance, smiled through her tears. "Do you think... you're worthy of Evelyn? No matter how hard you try... in Evelyn's eyes... there's only Edward."
Gilbert's face twisted with rage, his fists clenching so tightly they cracked.
"Ms. Morgan! Please, stop provoking Mr. Alexander! What good will it do you?" Curtis, sweating profusely, pleaded earnestly. "Mr. Alexander! Calm down! You can't keep hitting her, you'll kill her! If she dies... what use will she be to you? Don't you think that's a waste?"
Gilbert's fierce expression gradually softened. Curtis, who had spent so much time with him, knew exactly what he wanted. Gilbert was a meticulous self-serving individual, only interested in people and things that benefited him. As long as Sarah had value, he wouldn't kill her.
At that moment, Gilbert's phone rang. He turned away, discarding the handkerchief, and pulled out his phone. Seeing the name on the screen, his expression changed instantly, and he answered immediately.
"Mr. Alexander, you must be quite pleased with yourself lately," came a man's clear, mocking voice. "Now that all obstacles have been removed, the Taylor family despises Edward. Your plans with Ms. Taylor must be progressing nicely?"
Gilbert thought of Evelyn's humiliation and Charlie's ambiguous stance, clenching his fist in frustration. "I appreciate your help, but the situation is still uncertain. But I swear, I will never give up on Evelyn."
"You're too soft. Hesitating and holding back will only lead to regret and delight your enemies," the man said with a lazy laugh. "If I were you, I'd take what I want by force. Even if she resists, it wouldn't be a waste of my efforts. If that fails, then destroy her completely."
Gilbert's face froze in shock. "I think I need more time... I have some issues to deal with first. Once they're resolved, I'll find a way to make Evelyn marry me."
"Forget your family drama for now. You have a bigger problem waiting for you," the man's voice turned cold. "Tiffany's case is going to trial soon, and Patrick couldn't stop it."
"The prosecutor handling Tiffany's case is Simon, and the investigator is Peter. Both are from the Taylor family. Patrick's efforts to protect Tiffany were doomed from the start."
"Lloyd has already confessed everything about Tiffany. Without solid evidence of her involvement in the murder, it's hard to give her a heavy sentence. But with Edward and Evelyn's hatred for Tiffany, they won't let her off easily. And they won't let you off either."
The man laughed again. "What will you do, Mr. Alexander, when your fiancée wants you dead?"
"Even if I can't have her love, having her hatred is better than nothing," Gilbert said, adjusting his gold-rimmed glasses.
"When will you deal with him? If he falls into Evelyn and Edward's hands, Mr. Alexander, your good days are over."
"I've purchased a new private jet, arriving next week," Gilbert said with a chilling smile. "When it arrives, I'll send him and his family straight to hell."
After a brief reunion with Evelyn, Ulysses had to leave early to inform and reassure Landon and the others.
Evelyn, exhausted from the previous night's ordeal, felt filthy despite changing into clean pajamas. For someone who loved cleanliness, it was unbearable.
"Ugh... I smell awful!"
Evelyn sniffed her hair, nearly gagging. "I can't stand it, I need a shower!"
"You don't smell at all," Edward said, pulling her into his arms and burying his nose in her soft hair. "You smell amazing."
"I don't care, I need a shower!" Evelyn squirmed against his warm chest.
"Evelyn, you just got over a fever. Your body is still weak. A shower could make it worse," Edward said, gently stroking her forehead. "If you feel uncomfortable, I can wipe you down, okay?"
"No! I want a shower!" Evelyn wrapped her arms around his muscular waist, looking up at him with pleading eyes. "Please, let me take a shower. We can turn up the heat in the bathroom; it'll be fine."
Edward's heart melted at her expression. "Okay, I'll run the bath and adjust the heat for you."
As he started to get up, Evelyn grabbed his hand.
"Edward..." she looked at him with wide eyes.
Edward's heart raced, his voice trembling. "Together?"
"Together."
Edward's eyes reddened slightly as he scooped her up in a warm embrace, carrying her to the bathroom.
Throughout the bath, Evelyn soaked in the warm, bubbly water, completely exposed to him. But Edward, dressed in a white shirt and black pants, knelt outside the tub, dutifully washing her like a proper servant.
Evelyn playfully scooped up some bubbles and blew them at his face.
"You're so naughty," Edward said, laughing as he wiped the bubbles from his hair and eyebrows.
"What's with you today? So well-behaved," Evelyn teased, her pale body glistening like bubbles as she leaned closer, her lips brushing his. "The man who usually can't wait to pounce on me, when did he become so restrained?"
Edward's heart tightened, pain spreading through his body. He used to long for her day and night, but now he felt unworthy, unable to touch her.
"Evelyn, can I ask you something?" Edward's voice was hoarse, slow, and controlled. "Why didn't you tell me back then?"
Every moment, he had silently questioned himself, tormenting himself.
If he had known she was pregnant, if he had known they lost their child...
"Edward, don't blame yourself. It's not just your fault we lost the baby. As a mother, I share the responsibility," Evelyn said, her long lashes fluttering as she smiled, though it pained him. "Even if you had rushed back, it wouldn't have changed anything. The important thing is that Grandpa is okay. Otherwise, I would have felt guilty forever."
Edward's eyes filled with tears, his throat dry and voice strained. "And after that? You had countless chances to tell me. Why didn't you?"
Evelyn lowered her gaze, sinking back into the water. "You were so busy then, flying all over the world, coming home exhausted and in a bad mood. I didn't want to burden you, didn't want you to feel pressured because of this."
"Pressured?"
"Because you didn't love me then," Evelyn said, curling up tighter, trying to hide her sadness. "Having a child with a woman you don't love is a burden, right? I hoped you'd fall in love with me, but I didn't want you to accept me out of guilt. I know you have a pure soul, you're inherently kind. That's why I didn't want to make things difficult for you."
So, all her misfortunes, all her scars, were caused by his so-called kindness?
Bitter tears streamed down Edward's face, washing away the bubbles.
"Evelyn... what's so good about me? What's so good about me? You shouldn't have fallen in love with me," he whispered repeatedly, like a lost child.
"Fool, if I don't love you, who else can I love? You were the glimpse of light I saw at eleven, the light I've been chasing ever since," Evelyn said, holding his rough hand tightly, her fingers entwined with his. "If you want to make it up to me, then for the rest of our lives, never let go of my hand."
With a splash, she pulled him into the tub, bubbles and water flying everywhere.
The next moment, they were locked in a passionate embrace, Evelyn's face flushed as they kissed deeply, lost in the warmth of the water.
After a long, exhausting session, night had fallen.
Evelyn, satisfied inside and out from Edward's loving care, felt her temperature rise again.
Eric's private doctor arrived on time to give her an injection.
With the IV drip set up and a cold towel on her forehead, Evelyn finally felt some relief.
Edward adjusted the drip rate, then leaned down to kiss her fevered cheek. "I told you not to shower, and now your fever's back. Next time, you have to listen to me."
"It's your fault my temperature rose," Evelyn said, blushing as she recalled their steamy bath encounter, her forehead heating up even more.
Just as Edward was at a loss for words, Bart called.
"Bart, what's up?"
"Mr. Wellington! Randy has been bailed out by the Alexander family!"
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