132 I Am Evelyn's Husband, Alexander Blackwood

Evelyn's eyelids lifted slowly.

The world was a blurry haze as her senses returned.

The man's face was so close it made her head spin.

Her voice was a soft, confused whisper. "Why are you here?"

Alexander's lips curved into a gentle smile.

His eyes held hers with a calm, steady intensity.

He offered his hand, helping her find her footing.

She realized she had been leaning against his chest.

A hot flush of embarrassment spread across her cheeks.

She quickly stepped back, putting distance between them.

The crowd around them seemed frozen in place.

They were all staring at Alexander's sudden, silent arrival.

Even seated in his wheelchair, his presence was commanding.

An aura of authority radiated from him, silencing the room.

Behind him stood a group of tall, stern bodyguards.

Their formidable looks only emphasized his importance.

Isabella's eyes narrowed with irritation and disbelief.

She had carefully planned Evelyn's humiliating fall.

Her phone was ready to record the entire scene.

The video would have surely gone viral online.

But Isabella never expected an interruption.

Especially not from a handsome man in a wheelchair.

Who was he to ruin her perfect plan?

When Isabella first saw Alexander, his striking looks caught her off guard.

But then her eyes dropped to the wheelchair.

Her admiration instantly turned to scorn.

Good looks meant nothing if he was just a cripple.

What use was a handsome face on a man who couldn't even stand?

Her frustration erupted. "Who are you?" she snapped, her voice sharp. "What gives you the right to interfere?"

Alexander responded with a low, chilling laugh.

His tone was laced with quiet menace. "And who are you to ask? What right do you have to treat Evelyn this way?"

Though seated, he seemed to dominate the space.

An unsettling authority filled the room, making everyone shift uncomfortably.

Isabella hesitated, thrown by his assertive tone.

She quickly recovered, her voice shrill. "Evelyn knows exactly what she did! She put an innocent person in jail! We're just demanding justice!"

Nearby, Patricia watched the exchange with growing unease.

Something about Alexander suggested hidden depths and masked power.

But the Blackwood family never backed down from a fight.

She tossed her head, her gaze turning icy. "I suggest you leave now," she said, her voice dripping with disdain. "I am Patricia Blackwood. Cross my family, and you'll regret it."

A sly smile touched Alexander's lips at her warning.

He remained completely unruffled. "The Blackwood family," he said smoothly. "It seems Julian didn't learn his lesson. His family still throws its weight around so carelessly."

Patricia's face went pale.

Her voice trembled slightly. "Who... who are you?"

Alexander's stern expression softened as he turned to Evelyn.

He gently took her hand. His voice was heavy with certainty. "I am Evelyn's husband, Alexander Blackwood."

Patricia's eyes widened in shock and realization. "You... you're Alexander Blackwood?"

The disabled son of the powerful Blackwood family!

So Evelyn's husband was him! He was the one behind it all!

Beside her, Isabella's face mirrored Patricia's astonishment.

Isabella could hardly believe the man before her was from the Blackwood family.

The Blackwoods were notoriously influential, far beyond her own reach.

But wasn't Alexander just the family's castoff? A name without power?

Completely pathetic! Evelyn actually married a useless cripple!

Alexander's gaze turned hard and cold.

A frosty edge sharpened his words. "Leave now, while you still can. Or I will make you regret it."