Chapter 449

Evelyn frowned at the breakfast spread on the table. "How did you get these?"

Adrian lounged back in his chair with a lazy smirk. "Intercepted them on the way."

He casually handed her a pair of chopsticks.

She took them, deciding to eat before the interrogation. Adrian's presence didn't matter—her health came first. She wondered if Sophia and Ethan had slept well last night.

This was a good time to wean Sophia off breastfeeding. Her milk supply was dwindling, and delaying would only make it harder. She didn't subscribe to Gabrielle's parenting theories—Ethan would start training at three. Sophia could wait until five or be homeschooled.

She bit into a banana pancake. The crust was crisp, the filling sweet with a hint of fruit. The pineapple pancake beside it was perfectly baked—sweet but not cloying.

Adrian took a bite and brightened. These delicate pastries weren't available commercially. His gaze lingered on Evelyn's serene profile, his lips curving unconsciously.

Sophia Blanchet treated her with utmost respect. His ex-wife clearly had hidden depths. What was her real identity? Her combat skills and marksmanship intrigued him, making him want to rediscover her.

He pushed the steak from his plate into her bowl.

Evelyn eyed the meat and smiled faintly. "I never thought we'd sit together so peacefully after the divorce. Seems we've both moved on."

Only true indifference made one immune to the other's actions.

Adrian ate in silence. If he angered her, she'd skip meals again. She was still too thin, yet breathtakingly beautiful.

They finished breakfast quietly. Having skipped dinner, Adrian devoured Evelyn's leftovers.

The meal was excellent. It had been ages since he'd enjoyed such satisfying food—especially with his ex-wife.

Evelyn knew instantly he hadn't eaten last night. The man never took care of himself. Before marriage, he'd scraped by with takeout. After, unless traveling, he'd always come home for dinner—then proceeded to his favorite post-meal activity: her.

Adrian packed the containers. With thirty minutes until the interrogation, his expression turned serious.

"There was a crash and explosion at Red Rain Bridge last night. Vincent might have escaped."

With Nathan Aldridge silent, Vincent's escape was almost certain.

Evelyn's brow furrowed, unsurprised. "Vincent's cunning. He'd find a way to vanish and resurface under a new identity."

Adrian studied her intently. "He knows who you really are. Don't you want to find your birth parents?"

He hadn't planned to broach this yet, wanting to investigate first.

At the mention of her parents, a flicker of curiosity crossed Evelyn's eyes. "Vincent won't reveal anything easily. I've searched for years—no leads. The secret's well-guarded. But he's not the only one who knows. Isabella and Eleanor do too."

"We'll discuss this later. Focus on the immediate issue."

Though lacking proof, her instincts said Isabella and Eleanor held answers—especially Isabella, whose gaze always brimmed with possessiveness.

Adrian exhaled. "Isabella will be brought in for questioning today. I'll be there. The fire at Red Rain Bridge last night—the flames matched those at Christian Lefèvre's scene."

Evelyn smirked coldly. "Adrian, you once loved her desperately. Now you abandon her in crisis?"