Bring Your Wife Next Time

Alexander thought about how he had lost his mother so young.

A deep wave of sympathy for him washed over Beatrice.

She paused for a moment, then gave a comforting smile.

"What's the real problem here?"

"Just be honest and direct. Evelyn won't stay angry forever."

She leaned forward slightly.

"If you're going to apologize, do it properly."

"Plan a special evening. A candlelit dinner, perhaps."

"That's the perfect moment to tell her everything."

"Once the truth is out, all the misunderstandings will clear up."

Alexander looked skeptical.

"Is it really that simple?"

Beatrice couldn't help but laugh at his serious expression.

"You're overthinking this."

"You're a brilliant businessman, but when it comes to love, you're completely lost."

She shook her head gently.

"Don't make marriage so complicated."

"The most important thing is honesty."

"The longer you wait, the more you'll hurt her. And yourself."

His words sounded familiar.

Sebastian had given him similar advice.

Alexander had never been in a serious relationship before.

He wasn't sure how to properly love a woman.

But he knew Evelyn was special.

He wanted to treat her with the respect and sincerity she deserved.

At first, he hadn't taken their marriage seriously.

He told small lies for convenience.

Now, he regretted that approach.

It was wrong to deceive someone who had given him her trust.

He understood now.

"Thank you," he said sincerely, standing up. "I should go. Take care of yourself, Beatrice."

She was used to his direct manner and simply nodded.

"Next time, bring your wife."

"I will," he promised.

As Alexander drove out of the gates, Evelyn was just arriving.

She didn't see his car leave.

When she stepped out of her own car, a nervous feeling settled in her stomach.

She remembered that Beatrice Sterling was deeply involved in charity work.

She was also known for being a tough, no-nonsense woman.

Several designers who had worked with her before had left frustrated.

This confused Evelyn.

It seemed unlikely that a kind-hearted philanthropist would be deliberately difficult.

There must be a misunderstanding.

Evelyn was determined to make a good impression.

She needed to stay sharp and win this project.

Securing this project was essential.

It was her key to staying at Aethelgard Industries.

She needed to help Alexander pay off his massive debt.

Thinking of him warmed her heart.

She clenched her fists, mentally preparing to be strong.

She wouldn't let anyone look down on them.

As she walked toward the grand house, her mind raced with scenarios.

What would this meeting be like?

Suddenly, the iron gates began to swing open.

A sleek black car started to pull out slowly.

Evelyn stopped and stared.

There was something familiar about that car.

Her heart gave a sudden, hard thump.

Was that Alexander's car?