That's Quite Unusual For You

Beatrice stared, a slow smile spreading across her face. "Wait a second," she said, her tone laced with amusement. "Since when did you become interested in marriage? I recall your grandmother's endless matchmaking attempts. You always found a way to escape those conversations. So why are you asking me now? Is there someone special?"

Her words were teasing, but for once, Alexander didn't mind the personal inquiry. The thought of Evelyn made the corners of his mouth lift in an unconscious smile.

"Beatrice," he said, his voice soft but clear. "I'm already married."

Beatrice froze, her expression shifting to pure shock. "You didn't," she gasped. "Tell me you didn't marry someone just to appease Eleanor."

Disapproval flashed in her eyes, but Alexander cut her off before she could continue. "It's not like that," he insisted firmly. "My feelings for my wife are genuine."

While love hadn't been his initial plan, his affection for Evelyn had grown into something real and deep.

He truly wanted to build a life with her. That was the entire reason for his visit today.

Beatrice's surprise melted into genuine delight. "Really?"

Seeing the sincerity on Alexander's face, she knew he wasn't joking. He was a married man, and he sincerely cared for his wife.

Knowing Alexander's character, Beatrice was sure he wouldn't lie about something so important.

She quickly connected the dots and smiled. "So this visit is about your wife. I'm fascinated. Who is this remarkable woman who has captured your heart so completely that you're seeking advice? That's quite unusual for you."

Alexander chuckled softly, unaffected by her teasing. "Her name is Evelyn," he replied. "She comes from a modest background, but she is extraordinary. She's intelligent, compassionate, and has a wonderful spirit. I believe you would like her very much."

In all the years she had known him, Beatrice had never heard Alexander speak about a woman this way. The message was clear—he was deeply in love.

With a playful raise of her eyebrow, she challenged him. "If you're so enamored, why didn't you bring her to meet me today?"

Alexander's expression clouded. He frowned, a troubled look crossing his features. "There are certain things I haven't been entirely honest about," he confessed. "And now... I'm unsure how to tell her the truth."

Beatrice didn't hesitate. "You haven't told her you're the founder of Aethelgard Industries. And you've also kept the fact that your legs have fully recovered, haven't you?"

Alexander let out a sigh and nodded. The burden of his secrets felt heavier than ever. "Yes," he admitted, his voice a mixture of relief and anxiety.

Beatrice studied him thoughtfully. "You know, the fact that Evelyn chose you, without knowing your full status, says a great deal about her character. It proves she values the man you are, not your wealth or position."

Perhaps it was something Evelyn had done after their marriage—some profound act of kindness or genuine warmth—that had made him realize his feelings were real.

Seeing the worry etched on Alexander's face, Beatrice allowed a small smile. "I never thought I'd see the day Alexander Blackwood would be so unsettled. It's quite a sight."

He offered a weak smile in return, his usual confidence diminished by his dilemma. "Beatrice, honestly, right now, you're the only person I can turn to for help."