'Thank you, whoever screamed his name. I owe you a lifetime of gratitude,' Evelyn thought, closing her eyes briefly.
Gathering herself, Evelyn adjusted her clutch bag. She made a swift escape toward the main building entrance before anyone remembered she still existed.
Evelyn nearly got inside, but her curiosity took over first.
She paused near the door and turned her head toward the red carpet.
There he was.
Axel Knight, her husband, stood tall and composed in his dark suit, his expression unreadable under the camera flashes.
Reporters swarmed him. She can't hear what they ask him, but she was sure it must be about his company.
Her lips curved into a small, amused smile.
'Did he come to rescue me?' she wondered, watching him calmly handle the frenzy she had just barely survived.
He looked like he belonged there... completely in control, radiating quiet authority.
