Betrothed To An Alpha? I Don't Think So!
Chapter 46: What Have I Done?

Chapter 46: What Have I Done?

Lincoln walked the hallway off the company, head lowered and arms hidden inside his pocket.

He was thinking, wondering what exactly Preston was up to.

He didn’t seem at all bothered that Evelyn wasn’t bowing to his proposal at all. And the Preston he knew would’ve lost it by no—

Someone snatched him, shoving him into the closet room on the left-hand side. The person shut and locked the door, and when he turned, he was taken aback, his brows lifted.

"Brandon!" He glared at him. "What are you doing—"

"What is Preston planning, uncle?" Brandon questioned, tone pressing.

Lincoln blinked. "What?"

"What is his plan?" Annoyance was written all over his face. "You heard him in the boardroom. He clearly isn’t done with Evelyn and I’m sure you know what he’s up to."

"Why would I know that?!"

"Aren’t you his dog? Huh?" Brandon appeared heavily upset. "You run to him like a man without a backbone whenever he calls. You do whatever he asks, even the ones you shouldn’t, so am I wrong to assume otherwise?"

"Don’t insult me, Brandon," Lincoln spoke, hands balled by the side. "Don’t speak to me like you’re unaware of why I’m doing what I’m doing. Why I’m being a fucking dog against my own will!"

Brandon cackled, unamused. "Is that so? Fine, then, let me ask you, uncle. Is your reason also why you knew Preston called a freaking hit on Evelyn, huh? What did you do?"

"Back off, boy," Lincoln muttered.

"No! I won’t." Brandon shot him a withering glare. "You’re selfish, you know that, uncle? What kind of man are you? Look at what you’re doing? Don’t you think it’s pathetic? You knew he was going to place a hit on her, yet you did nothing—"

"Why do you care?" Lincoln snapped. "Since when did you give a fuck about her?"

"I have all given two shits about her, at least more than you have! She’s my freaking sister!" Brandon laughed, shaking his head. "Don’t you think there’s a reason why they didn’t tell me they would place a hit on her? Because I would’ve stopped it if I had known. Unlike a coward like you. You can’t even protect what’s yours and that’s why my dad is always going to do a better job than you! You’re a damn joke, and he clearly thought the same, seeing as he took a responsibility that wasn’t his!"

"You don’t know anything, boy."

Lincoln shook where he stood.

"You don’t...you don’t know what you’re talking about."

"Oh, I do know everything. You’re nothing more than a betrayer who couldn’t hold loyalty to your own brother. Not that I’m saying my father is the best of the best. But do you know what will always make my father better than you? He could differentiate between those who are innocent and those who aren’t. He’s not a selfish bastard like you. So, listen to me, uncle."

Brandon stepped into his space. "You better stay away from Evelyn. You better keep that mouth of yours shut so she doesn’t find out who the hell you are. My father loved her, he raised her and it’ll always be him, never you. Not you! The rest could be monsters towards her, but I care. Because at the end of the day, she’s my sister. My sister, uncle."

Lincoln watched him at a loss for words.

The man stormed out of the room, slamming the door shut,

Lincoln staggered back, the sort of frustration and anger he’d never felt before rolling through him. He wanted to scream, to tear apart at anything within his reach, but all he could do was punch the wall over and over again until his knuckles began to bleed.

No one understood a thing. Not what had really happened.

Was he truly the villain? What about his own side of the story?

He swallowed the hurt, threading a shaky hand through his dark hair that barely had any gray in it. Drawing a deep breath, he composed himself and proceeded towards the door to leave.

However, the very second he stepped out, he was met with Evelyn who was heading off toward the elevator, probably to leave the company.

Of course, she paused, eyes gliding over to him. Her gaze fell on his bloody hand and she stared, cocking a brow.

Lincoln hid it behind him, averting his gaze as he found it hard to hold eye contact with her.

Evelyn looked away, minding her business and walking off. But then she abruptly stopped, which had him a bit stunned.

She rubbed her temple.

Why did I just stop?

Why does she even care? His bleeding was none of her business. He clearly hurt himse—

"You don’t have to...worry. I’m fine."

She shot around to regard him with a frown. "Who says I do?"

"Oh?" He coughed. "W-well I thought that—"

"Follow me." Evelyn rolled her eyes, clutching her bag as she went further down the hall.

Although Lincoln seemed confused, he still went after her. She didn’t take the elevator but instead beelined for the...infirmary? On the second floor.

She stepped into the room, raising a brow at him. "Aren’t you coming inside?"

"Right. Of course."

The man stepped in and took a seat in one of the chairs inside the room.

Evelyn kept her bag aside. She pulled out the aid box in the cabinet, making her way over to him where she sat down, grabbing his bleeding hand.

"Why are you...doing this?"

She didn’t answer him. But rather kept tending to his wound.

"I’ve always gotten the impression that you didn’t like me at all," he said.

"Why?" she asked. "Because you’re not nice to me, you assume I hate you? I couldn’t care less, uncle. It doesn’t matter to me whether you’re nice to me or not. You don’t really mean much to me, so I don’t really mind about your entire ally thing with Preston. Your wound can get infected anytime soon, I’m merely tending to it. Don’t overthink it."

Lincoln was as still as a statue. It stung, so much more than whatever Brandon had said to him.

"It’s not...what you think," he mumbled before he could even process.

That made Evelyn freeze unnaturally. She lifted her gaze, scowling at the look on his face. "What?" she asked.

"Nothing. Nevermind. And um...I apologize for the inconvenience," he said.

She made no response, cutting off the rest of the bandage. "There you go. Visit the clinic later if you want." Then she rose to her feet, keeping the box back in the cabinet.

Lincoln watched her, the look in his eyes apologetic. But Evelyn never spared him another glance, not even one, up until she grabbed her bag and left the infirmary.

He palmed his head, ignoring the sting on his wound.

"What have I done?" He couldn’t swallow the suffocating lump in his throat. "How do I even begin to fix...this?"

Search the lightnovelworld.cc website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.