"Alexander," Evelyn said, glancing at him with a warm, easy smile. "Theodore came to me recently. He requested a modification to a wedding dress design and wanted me to oversee its creation. But after everything that happened, I never completed the task. I called him today, intending to cancel the order and return his deposit. He refused."

She paused, a slight frown creasing her brow. "I still believe I should return the money. Could you assist me with the transfer? I don't wish to be indebted to him. It's been bothering me."

Alexander's lips curved into a quiet smile. He was pleased by her decisive action to sever ties with Theodore.

It was clear she held no lingering affection for the man.

"I'll handle it," he said smoothly. "I'll ensure his payment is returned to him."

He turned to his assistant in the front seat. "Pull up Theodore Vance's bank details. Process a refund for the amount he paid Evelyn."

"Right away, Mr. Blackwood," the assistant replied, already taking out his phone.

A moment later, the assistant's face showed confusion. "Sir, the transfer failed. Theodore Vance has blocked our accounts."

Evelyn let out a short, frustrated sigh. Theodore was being unnecessarily difficult.

"Forget it," she said, shaking her head. "If he's determined to refuse the refund, he'd likely just find a way to send it back. I won't waste any more energy on this."

Alexander nodded. "What's your plan now?"

She pressed her lips together, considering. "The agreement still stands. I'll complete the dress design and have it made. We'll deliver it when it's finished."

After a moment, she added, "If he refuses to accept it, that's his problem. He's leaving the country soon anyway. We'll be done with him for good."

A sudden sparkle lit her eyes as she broke into a grin. "As for the money? I'll donate it discreetly to a local orphanage."

Alexander raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at his lips. "So you're making Theodore an anonymous donor?"

Her grin widened, bright and mischievous. "Exactly. He has more than enough money. This works out perfectly."

Alexander respected her decision. "If you're comfortable with this plan, I support it. Let me know if you need any help."

Evelyn's smile softened as she settled back into his arms. A weight felt lifted from her shoulders.

Over the next couple of days, she rested at home.

The strange fatigue and nausea from the banquet did not return. She soon put the episode out of her mind.

By Monday, her ankle felt stronger. She could take a few steps without pain.

Alexander was concerned, but Evelyn was eager to return to her normal routine.

"I'll drive you," he said, his tone calm but firm.

She dismissed the idea with a quick shake of her head. "There's no need to coddle me. Your shoulder is still healing. You should stay here and rest."