Evelyn was completely unprepared.

To be accused of spying the second she arrived felt utterly absurd.

It was an outrageous allegation.

She was merely entering her husband's private hospital suite. How could her presence be construed as lurking in a place she had every right to be?

She turned and saw a face she recognized.

Wasn't this the same nurse who had been physically thrown out of Theodore's room just the day before?

Evelyn distinctly recalled watching her get shoved to the ground after her brazen attempt to seduce Theodore.

Before Evelyn could speak, the nurse let out a derisive snort.

"What are you looking at?" the nurse demanded, her voice sharp and loud.

Evelyn's eyebrows drew together at the sheer animosity.

Why was this woman so aggressive first thing in the morning?

Evelyn couldn't recall any action of hers that warranted such hostility.

Her eyes then dropped to the name tag pinned to the nurse's uniform: Olivia Martinez.

"I wasn't eavesdropping," Evelyn explained, her tone even and controlled. "I was just about to go inside."

Olivia's eyes narrowed with suspicion.

She refused to believe it.

There was no way this woman had authorized access to Alexander's room.

This was the woman from Theodore's room yesterday.

It was no surprise Olivia remembered her. Evelyn possessed a striking beauty that was difficult to forget. More importantly, Olivia had observed how Theodore's entire demeanor shifted when this woman was present—completely different from how he treated everyone else.

Olivia was convinced that her humiliation at Theodore's hands was directly because of Evelyn.

Confident in her own seductive powers, she believed Evelyn had somehow interfered and ruined her chance with Theodore.

The thought made her blood boil.

"Still lying?" Olivia sneered.

She reached out and seized Evelyn's wrist, her grip punishingly tight.

"You're coming with me to security!" she declared.

Evelyn's frown intensified. She tried to pull her arm back, but Olivia only squeezed harder.

"Let me go! I told you, I wasn't listening," Evelyn insisted, frustration creeping into her voice. Why was this woman being so unreasonable?

Ignoring her, Olivia tried to yank her down the corridor. In doing so, she jarred Evelyn's injured hand, the one that was still tender and swollen from the recent burn.

A sharp pain shot up Evelyn's arm.

"Let go!" she cried out.

Just as Olivia began to drag her away, the door to the hospital room swung open.

"Stop that!" Alexander's assistant emerged. His face darkened immediately when he saw Olivia manhandling Evelyn. "What is the meaning of this?"

Olivia's grip slackened in surprise.

Evelyn quickly stepped back, cradling her sore hand.

She shot a brief, cold glance at Olivia before checking the insulated container in her other hand.

Thankfully, the soup was still secure. Alexander wouldn't miss his meal.

Confronted by the assistant, Olivia's bravado evaporated. She threw a venomous look at Evelyn before turning to the assistant with a show of deference.

"Sir, I caught this woman loitering outside Mr. Blackwood's room," she said, her voice syrupy with false concern. "I believed she was eavesdropping on a private conversation. I was just taking her to security."

The assistant's expression turned to ice.

"Don't talk nonsense," he said, his voice stern and authoritative. "This is Mrs. Blackwood! Mr. Blackwood's wife."

Olivia's eyes widened in pure shock.

Her head snapped toward Evelyn, her face a mask of stunned disbelief. Evelyn remained perfectly composed, utterly unfazed by the ridiculous accusation.

Alexander Blackwood's wife? Impossible!

Olivia's mind raced back to yesterday. She had seen this woman in Theodore Vance's room. She had even taken over applying his medication.

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