Your Mother Was Breathtaking

Evelyn understood where Alexander had brought her.

It was a cemetery.

A sudden, sharp realization struck her.

She spun around quickly.

Her eyes found Alexander, approaching in his wheelchair.

"Alexander," she breathed out, disbelief coloring her tone. "Are you... are you taking me to see your mother?"

His biological mother, the former wife of the Blackwood family head.

Evelyn had always been curious about the woman, but she never expected Alexander to bring her here.

She knew how deeply he revered his mother's memory.

By bringing her to this sacred place, did it signify that she occupied a permanent place in his heart?

A gentle smile touched Alexander's lips. "Yes. Last night, you said you wished to know me better. I thought introducing you to my mother was a start. Though this place..."

He paused, his gaze intense as it searched her face. "If it makes you uncomfortable, we can leave."

Evelyn shook her head immediately, her expression earnest. "No, it doesn't. I've wanted to meet her for so long."

She reached for his hand, her grip firm and sure. "Alexander, let's go. Please, lead the way."

He gave a single nod, then glanced briefly at the security detail behind them. "Wait here. Your presence isn't required."

Evelyn took hold of his wheelchair handles and began to push him along the path he indicated. Behind them, the bodyguards exchanged subtle, knowing looks.

Most couples chose restaurants or parks for their dates.

But these two...

She had taken him to an orphanage.

He was now bringing her to a cemetery.

In their own unique way, they were perfectly matched.

Following Alexander's quiet directions, Evelyn guided his wheelchair towards a specific, well-tended plot.

The gravesite was immaculate, every detail cared for with obvious devotion.

Evelyn's eyes lifted to the photograph on the headstone.

Her breath caught.

"She's... breathtaking," she whispered.

The woman in the photo possessed a serene, gentle beauty, like the first warm day of spring.

"Alexander, your mother was truly breathtaking," Evelyn murmured, her voice full of awe. She glanced at his strikingly handsome profile.

Now she saw the origin of his remarkable looks.

Alexander's gaze was fixed on the photograph, a complex storm of emotions swirling in his eyes.

His lips pressed into a thin line. "A pity she loved the wrong man," he said, his voice low and laced with a deep-seated bitterness. "She died with nothing but regrets."

The pain in his tone squeezed Evelyn's heart.

Instinctively, she crouched beside his wheelchair and took his hand in both of hers. "Alexander, the past is behind you now."

She couldn't bear to see him haunted by such sorrow.

A faint, sad smile touched his lips. "It's been many years. I've forgotten how to feel that particular sadness. I never even met her. I only feel sorrow for her fate. My grandmother always said my mother was brilliant, cultured, graceful... I often wonder, if she hadn't married my father, would her life have been different? Would she have survived my birth?"

A short, hollow laugh escaped him. "It was such a waste. To give her life for a man like that."

Evelyn sighed softly, her heart heavy. "Love can make us blind," she offered gently.

Alexander turned to look at her. The shadows in his eyes began to recede, replaced by a profound warmth and tenderness.

"You're right," he conceded, his voice now soft and sincere. "But my greatest fortune was finding you."

A blush instantly warmed Evelyn's cheeks, her heart skipping a beat. She smiled, a playful glint in her eyes. "At first, I thought I was doomed to be tied to Julian, that worthless man. I never imagined I'd meet you. Looking back now, it was the best twist of fate I could have ever asked for."

She met his gaze squarely, her tone serious yet filled with deep affection. "Alexander, I am just as grateful to have found you."