Chapter 2

Evelyn POV

When I woke up again, I found myself lying in a private hospital room.

I'd barely started to sit up when the door burst open.

"Evelyn, I heard you got sick? I'm so sorry. I was too happy yesterday. I thought one drink wouldn't hurt, but I didn't expect..." Hannah rushed to my bedside first. Before she finished speaking, tears were already streaming down her face, as if she were the wronged party.

Logan gently patted her shoulder to comfort her, but when he looked at me, his gaze was bone-chillingly cold, tinged with disgust.

"Stop pretending. You're not that fragile."

I lowered my eyes and sat up from the hospital bed, my voice hoarse. "Hannah, I'm fine. You don't need to blame yourself."

"That's good to hear. Actually, I came to ask you for a favor." At this, a shy blush spread across Hannah's face.

"Hannah's pregnant. You don't have much to do at home anyway, so I'm having her move in. You'll take care of her until she gives birth."

Logan's voice was low and commanding, making it clear this wasn't up for discussion.

Hannah's face radiated undisguised happiness. She touched her belly and leaned shamelessly into Logan's embrace.

"This is my child, the crystallization of our love. Evelyn, you'll take good care of us, won't you?"

Looking at this absurd scene, I slowly curved my lips into a cold smile. "Logan, you want your legal wife to take care of your mistress? If word gets out, what about your family's stock price and reputation?"

While I didn't care about Logan's feelings, this humiliation was hard to swallow.

"You haven't gotten pregnant in three years of marriage. The family trust needs an explanation. This child is the family heir. You must take care of him." Logan frowned coldly, not allowing me to refuse.

Thinking of all the memories with Wyatt, I took a deep breath and ultimately chose to endure.

"Fine, I agree."

The System had warned me that before reaching the 100th affair, I couldn't refuse any of Logan's demands.

That evening, before my body had fully recovered, I was forced to leave the hospital and return to that cold mansion.

Hannah nestled on the couch, snuggling in Logan's arms, watching me bustle around in the open kitchen.

"Thanks for your hard work, Evelyn. Logan says you're an excellent cook. You've even cured his stomach problems over the years. Looks like I'm in for a treat today."

Before I could respond, Logan casually brushed aside the hair by her ear. "Why be polite to her? She's just a free maid. I have no feelings for her whatsoever."

In the kitchen, I heard every word of their conversation. I gripped the porcelain bowl in my hand tightly, gritting my teeth and enduring once more.

Feelings? Someone like Logan didn't deserve to talk about feelings.

At the dining table, I brought the last dish to the table. "You two eat first. I'm not feeling well, so I'll go rest."

"Evelyn, could you get me a bowl of soup? It's fine if you don't eat, but I can't move easily. Surely you should take care of a pregnant woman?" Hannah held the bowl out to me, raising her eyebrows provocatively.

Logan said nothing, clearly giving his tacit approval.

In the end, I took the bowl to ladle hot soup. But when I handed it back, Hannah raised her hand and "accidentally" knocked the bowl over.

The porcelain bowl shattered on the floor, and scalding soup splashed all over the back of my hand.

"Are you okay?" Hannah pretended to care and tried to stand, but Logan pulled her back down.

"Why bother with her? You're what matters most."

I rushed to the kitchen, running cold water over my burned hand, biting my lip hard to keep the tears from falling.

Once upon a time, Wyatt never let me do these rough chores.

One time when I got curious and tried cooking, I accidentally burned myself. That was the first time Wyatt ever got angry with me-because it broke his heart.

"What's taking so long? Evelyn, you were the one who chased after me, who schemed to marry me. You should've known this would be the result. Get over here and serve Hannah!" Logan's impatient shout came from the dining room.