Chapter 64

Proof that Vincent Langley knew about the mineral atlas would confirm he was Alexander Durand's murderer.

The truth would surface eventually.

Then she could recover Alexander's remains.

"Tears for him again?" A deep voice murmured beside her as a tall figure settled into the opposite seat.

Evelyn frowned. Why did this man keep appearing everywhere?

She swiftly wiped her tears, regaining her usual aloofness. "Adrian, we agreed not to interfere with each other."

Adrian's lips curved slightly as he elegantly offered a tissue.

"Your cheeks are still wet."

She turned away, brushing her eyes with the back of her hand.

His gaze darkened, placing the tissue on the table.

Watching her cry for another man stirred dangerous currents in his eyes.

"I kept the necklace. When will you retrieve it?" His tone was casual.

His handsome face remained impassive, revealing nothing.

Evelyn considered briefly. It was a gift from Scarlett Orlando—she couldn't lose it.

"I'll collect it when you're available." She wasn't in a hurry.

That night, Alexander's photo had made her forget about it.

Adrian studied her, noticing her dry lips. He silently ordered hot water before standing to leave.

Evelyn lowered her eyes, pain flickering in their depths.

He promised not to disturb her, yet kept unsettling her heart.

Her fingers brushed the warm cup, but the heat couldn't reach her chest.

Instinctively, she glanced up at Adrian's retreating figure, recalling his tenderness:

"Evelyn, what would you like for dinner tonight?"

"Evelyn, I made chicken wraps. Sleep in—I'll handle breakfast from now on."

Memories of their love remained vivid. How had they become strangers?

She still couldn't comprehend his sudden change of heart.

Bitter sorrow welled up.

Then she realized—he hadn't specified when to collect the necklace.

Never mind. She'd ask another time.

Composing herself, she spotted Sophia Blanchet returning.

Closing her laptop, she went to meet her.

Adrian's water remained untouched.

Evelyn scoffed inwardly: "We're divorced. Stop bothering me!"

"Evelyn, I'm back." Sophia hurried over, beads of sweat on her temples.

"I see. Let's get a private room—I'm hungry."

Sophia supported her arm. "Still craving beef?"

Evelyn shook her head, tired of it lately. "They have new dishes. Actually, I'm craving tart plums—ask Victoria to buy some."

Pregnancy had altered her tastes. She used to dislike sour flavors—now she craved them.

Sophia chuckled at her longing expression. "Right away."

Evelyn pressed her lips, the imagined tartness making her mouth water.

In the private room after ordering, Sophia recounted Isabella Langley's surveillance request.

"Evelyn, why would she suddenly help Natalie Lowell?"

Evelyn fell into thought. What was Isabella plotting?