Chapter 76
Evelyn’s POV
The gossip was everywhere. The headlines about Calvin Wolfe, CEO of Wolfe Haven International, taking rising starlet Clara Whitmore abroad for “medical treatment” quickly topped the entertainment 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 medical 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 appointments,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 p>
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 me, 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 me.
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 me 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 movements 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 medicine 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 treatment, 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 p>
Those raven-dark lashes lifted, obsidian eyes finding me 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 me.
“Why are you here again?” I asked, impatient.
His voice,deep and rich like aged wine,came out calm.
“Evelyn, I can’t sleep p>
“If you can’t sleep, take medicine. How does coming here help p>
I found it absurd. If he’d said he came 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 medication. Over time, my dependence on sleeping pills increased, as did the dosage. My family doctor had long suggested I try to break my reliance on sleep medication.
But I couldn’t.
Until… I encountered Evelyn again.
Without medication, 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 come, she seemed determined not to invite me into the lab. As she turned to get back into her car, I caught her wrist. I controlled my strength this time, not hurting her, but firmly enough that she couldn’t break free.
I looked directly into her eyes. “Name your price p>
Evelyn frowned. “What do you mean p>
“If you wanted to treat insomnia symptoms, couldn’t any number of doctors here or abroad do that? It’s not some rare condition. You p>
My gaze burned into hers. “They can’t cure it p>
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 p>
I was honest, but my words clearly startled Evelyn, who quickly cut me 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 p>
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 p>
Evelyn’s POV
I sensed something off about Calvin’s emotional state recently. His words gave me 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 me step back uncomfortably.
Noticing my resistance and evasion, something in his eyes darkened.
“You’re afraid of me?” 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 p>
Calvin looked at me as though my words were absurd.
“We live in a society governed by law. I wouldn’t—couldn’t—do anything illegal p>
I let out a cold laugh, mocking him.
“Like bailing Clara out last time, and now keeping her in your home despite the evidence against her p>
His handsome eyebrows furrowed as he stared at me meaningfully.
“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 p>
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 p>
“No, another secretary p>
As he mentioned this secretary, he gave me a particular look, the darkness in his eyes seeming to tell me p>
That person was someone I knew and trusted!