Chapter 4

A sharp glint flickered in his eyes, carrying an intimidating edge.

Who was he? Why did he seem so familiar? Evelyn struggled to force her eyes open wider, but even breathing was getting harder by the second.

"Let go," Alexander ordered his son, his voice low and firm.

"No," came the tiny but determined reply.

Alexander didn't say another word, but the storm brewing in his expression was hard to miss.

The little guy stared him down, head lifted with stubborn defiance.

That took Alexander by surprise—his son had never openly disobeyed him, let alone pushed back like this.

He glanced again at the woman lying on the floor. She was just... ordinary. Unremarkable. He couldn't understand why his son insisted on calling her "Mommy" and was so adamant about her.

He still hadn't figured it out completely, but after another look at his boy, a guess formed in his mind. Without saying more, he bent down and scooped Evelyn up in his arms.

This time, the little one quietly let go and stepped aside.

After being out cold the whole day, it wasn't until nightfall that Evelyn finally came to.

The room was dark, the lights off, so she couldn't see her surroundings clearly.

A dull ache in her leg reminded her she was still alive.

She thought back to the car accident earlier that day.

So... she didn't die? Then where was she?

Her eyes adjusted as she glanced around. Based on the faint light filtering in, she guessed she must be in a hospital.

"You're awake?" A man's unfamiliar voice suddenly cut through the silence.

"Who's there?" Evelyn quickly ran through faces in her head, but the voice didn't ring any bells. She tensed up, trying to see through the dark.

She could just make out a shadowy figure sitting by the window.

No wonder she hadn't sensed anyone—there'd been no movement, no sound, and with no lights on, it was like he'd been part of the shadows.

The dim glow from outside highlighted the outline of a man sitting on a sofa, but she still couldn't make out his features.

"You saved my son. This is a hospital," he said, not bothering to introduce himself.

Her mind clicked—the boy! That accident happened because she'd been trying to save a kid. The memory rushed back, and her voice rose in urgency, "Is he okay?"

"He's fine." Not a single extra word.

His tone was cold, completely neutral, like he was stating the weather.

But hearing that made Evelyn's heart settle a bit. As long as the boy was safe, her injuries felt worth it.

She carefully moved her body and realized everything seemed okay except for the plaster on her right leg. That was a relief—she honestly thought she was a goner.

"Marry me," he said out of nowhere.