Chapter 563 Strong Alliance, the Alexander Family in Trouble (4)
The moonlight was soft, and the room was filled with a delicate fragrance.
Edward's taut muscles and the intense desire in his eyes were evident as he looked down at Evelyn, who was sitting on him. The tenderness in his gaze was so strong it seemed to shatter the tranquility of the night.
He wanted to merge her into his very being, into the molten lava of his blood.
"I've never tried this before. If I don't do well, don't be disappointed," Evelyn said, her small hand pressing against Edward's chest, her lips pursed.
Edward held her slender legs, trying to contain his excitement, his fingers gripping her skin so tightly they left marks.
He hadn't expected Evelyn's "reward" to be a change in position.
Though they had done this many times before, he had always been the one taking the lead, using all his strength to give her a perfect experience.
It had always been him moving, and her enjoying.
This time, it was completely reversed. How could he not be excited?
"Is this right?" Evelyn asked shyly, her face flushed.
Edward's breath was steady, but the trembling of his muscles and the fervor in his eyes gave a passionate response.
"Evelyn, you don't have to force yourself," he said, his voice husky.
Evelyn closed her eyes and shook her head. "Isn't it good to try something different?"
"Good, but I'm afraid it might be too much for you," Edward's voice trembled slightly.
"Silly," Evelyn said, leaning down and tracing circles on his lips with her finger. "We're both learning. If something's not right, just let me know."
After a night of passion, Evelyn felt exhausted.
Lying down was definitely more comfortable!
By the latter part of the night, she was so tired she could barely keep her eyes open. Edward had continued several times, even helping to clean her up afterward.
Was he a perpetual motion machine?
The next day.
Evelyn woke up late, her body aching so much she couldn't get out of bed.
"Keep following up closely," Edward's deep voice came from nearby. Evelyn turned over, her sleepy eyes looking at his broad back as he sat on the edge of the bed.
Her heart raced, and she buried her face in the blanket, embarrassed.
Edward's back was covered in fresh red scratches, evidence of their intense night.
"Awake?" Edward turned and gently stroked her cheek. "I'll have May make you something good to eat. You can sleep a bit more. You must be exhausted from last night."
Evelyn blinked, her voice soft and lazy. "Who were you talking to? Bart?"
"Yes."
Edward lay down, and Evelyn snuggled into his arms, his embrace tight around her. "I asked Bart to keep using online public opinion to attack the Alexander family, keeping them in the spotlight."
"Well done," Evelyn said, kissing his cheek loudly.
Edward, pleased with the reward, squinted his eyes in satisfaction. "There's more. The Alexander family is making moves."
"Oh? What kind?" Evelyn perked up.
"They're planning a press conference to clarify what happened at the club."
"Clarify? More like trying to distance themselves," Evelyn laughed, drawing a heart on his chest.
"With Zachary gone, not only has the Alexander family's carefully nurtured political puppet been destroyed, but they're all on edge, fearing repercussions."
Edward's eyes flashed coldly. "To show their sincerity, the Alexander family will hold the press conference as soon as possible, likely within the next couple of days."
"Hmph, while Zachary's corruption is unforgivable, the Alexander family's attempt to distance themselves is equally despicable."
"Don't worry, Evelyn. I promised to avenge Jennifer, and I won't stop until it's done. Anyone who harms you or your loved ones will pay a thousandfold," Edward said, his teeth clenched.
Evelyn listened to his strong heartbeat, her eyes filled with happiness.
She loved Edward for his unwavering sense of justice. They shared the same values, both having light and love in their hearts.
Edward held Evelyn's delicate hand, feeling the numbness in her little finger.
A wave of tenderness filled his chest; his voice choked. "Evelyn, what happened to your finger? Can you tell me?"
"It's nothing, just an old injury from climbing a tree as a child. It doesn't affect me," Evelyn said, smiling naturally. "It's just a finger; it doesn't impact my work or life. You don't need to worry so much. Relax, we have a long future ahead. If you keep stressing, you'll end up with heart problems."
"Because it's about you," Edward said, kissing her forehead. "Every little thing about you matters to me."
"Edward, I know you feel regret and guilt about the past, and you can't face me. But I don't like seeing you like this," Evelyn said softly, caressing his face. "I know how painful it is to feel low and insecure in front of someone you love. I don't want you to go through that. We've come together after so much, and I want our relationship to be healthy and bright, simple and pure."
She had done everything to make Edward love her, enduring the pain that made her cry in her dreams.
She loved him and didn't want him to follow her old path.
Edward understood her feelings, his heart aching. He leaned over her, his veins visible, and kissed her again.
Another round of passion ensued, sometimes fierce, sometimes gentle.
Evelyn felt dizzy, her body soft, as if floating on clouds.
"Evelyn, after dealing with the Alexander family, I'll take you to Avalonia," Edward whispered in her ear. "We'll have a good time. You said you wanted to see the snow-capped mountains, right? I'll go with you."
Evelyn's eyelashes fluttered, and she replied softly, "Okay."
She knew there was a renowned gynecologist in Avalonia. Edward, though not one for leisure and romance, had a purpose for suggesting the trip.
He wanted to take her to see the doctor, even if there was little hope, he wanted to try.
She understood his intentions and feelings. If it made him feel better, she would let him do it.
Simon had solid evidence, so from the moment Zachary entered the prosecutor's office, he would never see the light of day again.
Helen, usually arrogant and domineering, found no one willing to help her in this critical moment. Everyone avoided her like the plague.
Her only option was to follow her family's orders, hold a press conference, and apologize to the nation, becoming the Alexander family's scapegoat.
But why should she do such a humiliating thing?
The men of the Alexander family, her own flesh and blood, pushed her out to face the public while they hid behind her. How could they do this?
The press conference was in two days.
Helen's days felt endless, filled with anorexia, insomnia, and irritability.
She spent an entire afternoon drinking alone in the wine cellar, crying over her ruined years of hard work.
"Instead of crying here, why not think about why things turned out this way?" Gilbert's mocking voice interrupted her.
"Why?"
"Yes, why?" Gilbert sat across from her, pouring himself a glass of red wine. "Why did Zachary, who had been protected so well, suddenly fall? Why did everything collapse now?"
"Why...?" Helen's mind was muddled from drinking, unable to think clearly.
"Don't you know what you've done recently?"
Helen suddenly realized, "Is it the Taylor family? Are they targeting me?"
"You're not entirely hopeless," Gilbert said, sipping his wine. "Zachary's private misdeeds were never exposed because the Taylor family had no reason to target him. But they were never after him."
"The Taylor family is after me?" Helen's face was filled with panic as she stood up, knocking over her chair.
"You're surrounded on all sides. Even if you hold the press conference and clean up the mess for the Alexander family, what you've lost can't be regained. And do you think the Taylor family will let you off easily? Zachary was just the beginning. You're next."
Helen covered her head in terror, her screams echoing through the wine cellar.
Gilbert watched her like a madwoman, blocking his ears.
"No... Jennifer's death has nothing to do with me... I didn't do anything... It was Randy... They can't blame me... They can't do this to me!"
Helen muttered as she ran out.
Curtis soon entered, pouring wine for Gilbert.
"Mr. Alexander, where did that lunatic go?"
"If I'm not mistaken, Helen went to the Taylor family."
"What?" Curtis was shocked. "The Taylor family just had a fallout with us, and now Helen's going to stir things up? Isn't that making things worse?"
"No matter. She is her own person. Her actions are her own grave, not mine," Gilbert said, drinking his wine, his eyes cold. "Let her go. She'll only humiliate herself. And I want her filled with hatred. When it reaches its peak, she'll become a ticking time bomb, and some people will be blown to pieces."
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