"What is that noise?"

"What's happening outside? Why is it so chaotic?"

All eyes in the private room turned towards the door.

The door was shoved open violently.

A group of bodyguards in dark suits filed in, their expressions severe.

A wave of startled gasps filled the air.

"Is this some kind of movie set?"

"Where did these guards come from? Is this some elaborate revenge scheme by Anastasia?"

"Don't be ridiculous. After the humiliation she suffered tonight, Anastasia wouldn't dare show her face here again."

Before the speculation could grow wilder, Alexander Blackwood entered.

He was being pushed slowly in his wheelchair.

Even seated, his presence was overwhelmingly commanding.

His sharp gaze swept across the room, instantly silencing the murmurs.

Everyone fell quiet under the intensity of his stare.

Damn. Who was this man?

He was clearly not someone to be trifled with.

Different thoughts raced through every mind, but one question was shared by all.

Alexander paused at the doorway, his face an unreadable mask.

His cold eyes scanned the crowd, sending a chill down many spines.

Among everyone, only Evelyn showed a clear reaction.

Her eyes widened in sheer shock.

Why was Alexander here now?

Hadn't they agreed he would only come after the reunion ended?

Questions flooded Evelyn's mind, but she pushed them aside and walked towards him.

As she approached, the ice in Alexander's demeanor thawed.

A soft warmth replaced the coldness the moment his eyes landed on her.

His entire expression softened.

"What are you doing here?" Evelyn asked, her voice laced with surprise.

Yet, a delighted smile played on her lips.

Even though they had only been apart for a few hours, it felt much longer to her.

Alexander's gaze turned tender.

He grasped her hand firmly.

His voice was playful, yet sincere. "Is there a problem? Am I not supposed to be here? Or are you ashamed to be seen with your husband?"

He was joking, but Evelyn pretended to be offended.

With a teasing tone, she retorted, "You're absolutely right. I'm utterly ashamed. The last thing I want is to create a spectacle in front of an audience."

Despite her words, her smile widened, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

Alexander's face fell in mock sorrow.

He gently lifted her hand and pressed it against his cheek in a soft caress.

"Honey, your words sting," he murmured, his tone feigning heartbreak.

The onlookers were utterly dumbfounded.

So this charismatic, dashing man was Evelyn's husband, Alexander Blackwood!

The rumors had been swirling that Evelyn's husband was old, unattractive, and disabled.

Gossip around town suggested no one wanted to marry Alexander.

Yet here he was, defying every rumor with his suave demeanor and striking looks, perfectly complementing Evelyn.

If not for his wheelchair, he would undoubtedly be one of Crestwood's most prominent figures.

Now, as he flashed a disarmingly handsome and tender smile, many spectators reevaluated their assumptions.

His allure was undeniable. There was a compelling charm about him, even seated.

As the initial shock faded, realization dawned.

This remarkable man could not only afford the exquisitely designed, fortune-costing dress Evelyn wore, but he had also chosen it with loving care.

Such men were truly a rarity in this world!

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