He's A Wonderful Husband

Cassandra didn't hesitate, pulling Alexander into the house with effusive energy. "Alexander, you're home! I was planning to cook all your favorites tonight. You must eat plenty. My skills have improved significantly."

She then turned to Evelyn with a polished smile. "Evelyn, you should assist me in the kitchen. It's a perfect opportunity for you to learn. Now that you're Alexander's wife, you really should know how to prepare the dishes he enjoys."

Alexander's expression hardened. He opened his mouth, ready to decline for Evelyn.

"Alright." To his astonishment, Evelyn agreed immediately.

She had her motives. If helping Cassandra provided insight into Alexander, it was a chance she would take.

Alexander paused but said nothing.

He seldom intervened in Evelyn's decisions.

Without another word, she followed Cassandra into the kitchen.

Cassandra, effortlessly taking charge, pointed to a pile of fresh produce. "Evelyn, would you wash these for me?"

Evelyn glanced at the vegetables and gave a slight nod. "Of course."

She stepped forward and meticulously rinsed the vegetables, making sure every leaf was perfectly clean.

Just as she finished, Cassandra's voice interrupted. "Evelyn, now prepare the meat." Evelyn nodded, taking the meat and chopping it precisely to remove any gristle. Her motions were smooth, her concentration absolute.

Cassandra watched from the side, arms crossed, her eyes narrowing.

She had anticipated Evelyn would struggle—show hesitation, or at least some reluctance. If Evelyn seemed annoyed, Cassandra could easily twist it into a complaint for Alexander.

Instead, Evelyn performed each menial task without protest—chores typically done by servants. Worse, she executed them with genuine attention.

Cassandra's lips twisted into a silent, bitter smile.

Cassandra sneered internally. "Evelyn is so calculated. This is clearly an act to impress Alexander. Does she think I'm blind to her performance?"

The more Cassandra thought about it, the more irritated she grew. Evelyn was a skilled actress, playing her part flawlessly with an air of innocent obedience and quiet dedication.

Sure, Alexander was handsome—undeniable. But ultimately, he was a man in a wheelchair, unable to walk.

Yet Evelyn had married him willingly. There had to be an ulterior motive.

Cassandra's gaze drifted to Alexander in the other room. To him, Evelyn must appear selfless—a woman uninterested in wealth or luxury. But Cassandra wasn't fooled. No one was that pure.

It was almost admirable—Evelyn had maintained the charade so perfectly.

Cassandra looked down, deep in thought. Alexander had mentioned he still hadn't revealed his true identity to Evelyn.

So, was she simply waiting, biding her time to secure power and riches through his status as a Blackwood?

Turning the idea over, Cassandra decided to probe further. She moved closer, her tone laced with fake concern. "Evelyn, has it been challenging for you, caring for Alexander all this time? I mean, he can be so cold and distant. Most people wouldn't know how to handle someone like him."

Evelyn's hands stilled for a moment before she replied, her voice soft but firm. "Initially, I did find him difficult to approach. But over time, I discovered he is remarkably kind and considerate. He's a wonderful husband, so no, it hasn't been challenging at all."

As she spoke, an unguarded tenderness crossed Evelyn's face—a gentle sweetness appearing without her awareness.

Cassandra's lips curled in silent contempt.

Evelyn might be deceived by Alexander, but Cassandra wasn't. She knew exactly the man he was.

This was the same Alexander who had built Aethelgard Industries from scratch, navigating brutal corporate wars without flinching.

Rivals had tried to destroy him. One by one, they were eliminated, outplayed, left with nothing.

Even Theodore—his most stubborn opponent—had yet to gain an advantage.

A man like that? Capable of gentleness? Cassandra almost laughed aloud. Evelyn had no idea who she had married.