Chapter 21 Who Is He?

“Vanessa, what are you doing?” Just then, an icy male voice rang out from across the hallway.

Nathan quickly walked toward Vanessa and Evander.

An idea hit Vanessa as she quickly pulled her hand away, took a few steps back, and warned Evander sternly, “Sir, my husband’s here. Do you know who he is? He’s Nathan Powell, the richest man in Brookford, known for his ruth- lessness. You don’t wanna mess with him unless you wanna end up miserably. Remember-I’m Mrs. Powell. Now, get out.”

She figured Evander would be terrified when he heard Nathan’s name.

After all, with Nathan’s connections, kicking an escort out of town was easy peasy. He could even make sure the es- cort was gone for good.

But she was wrong.

Evander casually tucked his hands in his pockets and leaned against the wallzily. There was a charming, devil-may- care smile ying on his lips, painting him as the sort of man who’d risk it all for a night of dangerous passion.

Vanessa was secretly surprised as she realized he was different from ordinary men. He was so calm andposed, even more so than Nathan.

She couldn’t help but nce at him once more.

Though his dark, deep eyes wereced with a faint trace of amusement, the cold sneer on his lips seemed to see through her effortlessly.

She panicked, utterly at a loss.

“Vanessa, who is he?” Nathan stopped right in front of her and looked at Evander, his gaze cial and hostile.

He saw it clearly-at this time of the night, in this secluded corner, this stranger had held Vanessa’s hand.

His expression darkened to the utmost.

He didn’t love Vanessa, but the truth remained-she was his wife. He’d never let anything-or anyone-undermine his pride as a man.

“Just a patient.” Vanessa quickly steadied herself. After saying this tly, she turned to stride toward the elevator to avoid esction.

She didn’t dare to head to her office now. From where Evander had been standing, she presumed he didn’t know which office was hers. And she intended to keep it this way, or things might be trickier,

Nathan shot a hostile nce at Evander again before following her,

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Chapter 21 Who Is He?

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The smile on Evander’s face vanished as he stared at Nathan’s retreating figure, the mockery and disdain in his razor- sharp gaze undisguised.

Soon, the elevator descended to the third floor.

“Mr. Powell, this is Ms. Berger’s floor. You should get off now,” Vanessa reminded Nathan kindly as the elevator doors slid open.

Pursing his lips, he said, “Vanessa, I wanna talk to you.”

When he saw Evander grabbing her hand, his anger erupted like a volcano, scorching everything in its path. Even he was startled.

It had never urred to him that he’d fly into a rage at the sight of her with another man.

He put it down to the fact that she was his wife. After all, any normal man would react this way.

“But I have nothing to say to you. And it’ste-whatever this is can wait till morning. Now, I gotta make rounds.” Vanessa pressed the elevator button, insisting on having him get off. “Why don’t you be with Ms. Berger to cheer her up? Hopefully, she’ll get discharged sooner and stop wasting the hospital’s resources.”

Pulling a long face, he said, his tone icy, “Vanessa, I told you already. I’m here to talk to you. Cherish the opportunity I’m giving you.”

Over the past few years, he had only approached her a handful of times, and she had always been over the moon.

This time would be no exception, he was certain of it. She was just feigning indifference.

Such a talented actress!

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