Chapter 448

Adrian Valentine ignored Sophia Blanchet's furious glare. He snatched the breakfast bag from her hands and strode into the hospital room without a word.

Sophia stamped her foot in frustration.

The man was utterly unreasonable.

As she moved to confront him, Victor Ashcroft quickly intercepted her. "Don't be upset, Miss Blanchet. Let me treat you to breakfast—freshly bought soy milk and fried dough sticks."

Sophia gave the plastic bag in his hand a disdainful glance before turning away coldly.

Victor scratched his head in confusion.

The soy milk smelled perfectly fine to him.

Evelyn Roland lay awake in bed, her thoughts drifting lazily.

Memories of Falcon Training Camp with Alexander Durand surfaced in her mind—their grueling drills, shared missions, every moment vivid as yesterday.

Before eighteen, they'd competed relentlessly in training.

After eighteen, they'd pursued separate dreams.

She remembered his radiant smile when he left, promising to find her the world's most exquisite diamond.

"Wait for me, Evelyn."

"Eat well. Skip the fatty meat—have more fish and chicken instead."

His唠叨 voice seemed to echo in her ears even now.

Her eyes grew moist.

How she longed to hear his唠叨 just once more.

Sebastian Orlando had told her Alexander wanted her to be happy.

She wiped her tears and took a deep breath.

As she sat up, a shadow fell across the bed.

Adrian stood there, his face haggard with dark circles under his eyes—as if he hadn't slept all night.

"Why are you here?" Her tone was flat.

He pulled up a chair. "To have breakfast with you."

"Your presence ruins my appetite."

His hands paused over the food containers. "But you'd eat happily with Sebastian Orlando?"

She couldn't be bothered to explain. "You're not even in the same league as him."

The barb struck true.

Adrian's chest tightened as he noticed her reddened eyes. She was grieving for Alexander.

The realization made jealousy claw at his insides.

Evelyn slipped on her slippers and headed to the bathroom.

When she returned, Adrian remained stubbornly present.

The table now overflowed with food—Victoria Laurent's homemade banana pancakes exuded sweetness, while snowflake steak still steamed on its plate.

That was Adrian—relentless once he set his mind to something.

But she'd outgrown reckless passion long ago.

Responsibilities leave no room for caprice.