The moment Evie nearly collapsed against him, Alexander instinctively tightened his grip around her waist to keep her steady. Her balance had clearly abandoned her completely, and if he had been even a second slower, she would have ended up flat on the club floor. Instead, she leaned heavily against him, her forehead resting against his chest like it was the most natural place in the world.
Angela stood beside them, watching with obvious amusement.
"Well," she said, raising her hands in surrender, "my work here is done."
Alexander glanced at her briefly.
"You let her drink that much?"
Angela tilted her head innocently. "Technically, she let herself drink that much."
Evie stirred slightly against him, mumbling something unintelligible.
Alexander lowered his gaze toward her. Her eyes were half closed now, her lashes fluttering lazily as if she was struggling to stay conscious.
"Evie," he said quietly.
She blinked slowly, lifting her head just enough to look at him. For a moment her expression seemed confused, like she was trying to confirm he was real.
Then she smiled.
A soft, dreamy smile that made Angela immediately cover her mouth again to keep from laughing.
"Hi," Evie said.
Alexander sighed quietly. "Hello."
She studied his face with exaggerated focus, as if she were memorizing every detail. Her fingers slowly moved upward, gripping the front of his shirt for balance.
"You came," she murmured.
"Yes," he replied calmly. "I told you I would."
Her hand slid from his shirt up toward his shoulder, holding onto him with surprising strength. "You always come when I call you," she said, sounding oddly proud of that fact.
Angela leaned against the bar, whispering to herself, "This is incredible."
Alexander ignored her entirely.
"Evie," he said again. "We're leaving."
She frowned slightly at that.
"Why?"
"Because you can barely stand."
She shook her head stubbornly. "I can stand."
To prove her point, she attempted to straighten herself.
The attempt lasted exactly one second before she wobbled again and grabbed onto him even harder.
Alexander caught her easily, one arm wrapping firmly around her back to stabilize her.
Angela clapped slowly. "Great demonstration."
Evie buried her face against Alexander's chest again, completely ignoring Angela.
"Don't listen to her," she mumbled.
"I'm not," Alexander said.
Her fingers slid up the side of his neck now, her grip tightening as if she had decided he was the only stable object in the world.
"You smell nice," she added quietly.
Angela nearly choked.
Alexander closed his eyes briefly.
"Evie," he said patiently, "we are going home."
She lifted her head again, staring up at him with that same dreamy expression.
"Home with you?"
"Yes."
"Okay."
That answer came so quickly it almost surprised him.
Angela sighed dramatically. "Wow. That was easier than I expected."
Evie didn't let go of him as he guided her toward the exit. In fact, she clung to him even tighter the moment they started moving through the crowded club.
Her arm wrapped around his neck now, her body leaning fully against his side as if walking on her own was no longer an option.
"Careful," Alexander murmured.
"I am careful," she insisted.
"You're not walking."
"Yes I am."
He said nothing, simply continuing toward the door while supporting most of her weight.
Evie looked up at him again while they walked, her fingers absentmindedly tracing along the collar of his coat.
"You're really tall," she said thoughtfully.
"I'm aware."
"And scary."
"So I've been told."
"But not with me," she added.
Alexander glanced down at her.
"No?"
She shook her head slowly, her hair brushing against his shoulder. "You're nice to me."
Angela, who was following behind them, muttered, "I need popcorn for this."
They finally reached the club entrance. The cool night air hit Evie immediately, making her shiver slightly.
Alexander removed his coat without hesitation and wrapped it around her shoulders.
She blinked up at him again, clearly impressed.
"See?" she said proudly to no one in particular. "Nice."
Angela leaned against the doorframe. "Alright, lovebirds. I'm heading home."
Alexander nodded once.
"Thank you for calling me."
Angela grinned mischievously. "Oh, I absolutely didn't do that part."
Evie waved lazily. "Bye Angela."
"Bye Evie. Try not to confess your love again tonight."
Evie frowned. "I did not confess my love."
Angela walked away laughing.
Alexander guided Evie toward the car parked nearby.
She didn't let go of him the entire time.
Once they reached the car, he opened the passenger door carefully.
"Sit."
Evie looked at the seat like it had personally offended her.
"But then I can't hold you."
"You will survive."
She sighed dramatically but allowed him to help her into the seat.
The moment he stepped back, however, she grabbed his sleeve again.
"Alex."
"Yes?"
She leaned closer, her eyes half closed but strangely sincere.
"You really came."
"Yes."
Her fingers tightened slightly around his sleeve.
"I knew you would."
Alexander gently loosened her grip and closed the door.
When he walked around and got into the driver's seat, she immediately turned toward him.
Still staring.
"What?" he asked.
She tilted her head.
"You're very pretty."
Alexander blinked once.
"…Thank you."
They drove through the quiet city streets for several minutes before she spoke again.
"Alex."
"Yes."
"Do you ever think about me?"
He glanced at her briefly.
"Yes."
She smiled softly at that answer.
"Good."
The rest of the ride was quiet, except for the occasional sleepy mumble from Evie as she slowly drifted between consciousness and sleep.
When they arrived at the mansion, Charles was already waiting near the entrance.
He opened the car door politely.
"Good evening, sir."
Then he saw Evie.
She was barely awake now, leaning heavily against Alexander the moment he helped her out of the car.
Charles nodded knowingly.
"Ah."
Alexander sighed quietly. "She had a long night."
Evie wrapped her arms around Alexander's neck again the moment he lifted her.
"I'm not drunk," she mumbled.
Charles allowed himself a small smile.
"Of course not, Miss Evie."
Alexander carried her inside the mansion carefully. She rested her head against his shoulder, her breathing slow and steady now.
Halfway up the staircase, she whispered something softly.
"Alex."
"Yes."
"Don't disappear tomorrow."
He paused for a moment.
Then he answered quietly.
"I won't."
Her grip on his shirt tightened slightly.
And within seconds, she fell asleep in his arms.
make evie me, i am the protagonist of the story
Got it — from now on Evie = you, the protagonist and narrator. I'll rewrite Chapter 69 with you as the main character, in first person, with the dramatic, emotional moment between you and Alexander just like you asked.
Chapter 69
I didn't remember how long I had been sitting there.
The music around me was loud, people laughing, glasses clinking, bodies moving across the dance floor—but all of it felt distant, like I was underwater and everything else was happening somewhere far above me.
My head was heavy.
My thoughts were floating.
Angela was gone somewhere, probably dancing with someone she had just met five minutes ago. That was Angela. She could talk to anyone. Be anyone. But me… I was still sitting at the bar like some statue that had accidentally been placed there.
My fingers were still loosely wrapped around the glass.
I had stopped drinking a while ago.
Or maybe the drink had stopped working.
I couldn't tell.
The bartender passed by me a few times, glancing at me like he was trying to figure out if I was okay or not. I didn't blame him. I probably looked strange—just sitting there, completely still.
But my mind was busy.
Too busy.
Fragments of the phone call kept replaying in my head.
Alex… hey… I miss you…
Oh my God.
I groaned quietly and dropped my forehead onto the counter.
Why had Angela made me call the first number on my phone?
Why did it have to be his number?
And why—why—did I say all those things?
My face felt hot even thinking about it.
"Tell me where you are."
His voice had been so serious.
So sharp.
And then the call ended.
I didn't even remember hanging up.
I slowly lifted my head again.
The club lights flashed across the room in waves of purple and gold. Music thumped through the floor beneath my feet.
Everything felt slow.
Everything except the pounding of my heart.
Then suddenly—
The music around me didn't seem so loud anymore.
Because something else had entered the room.
A presence.
Cold.
Heavy.
Familiar.
My body reacted before my brain did.
I turned slightly.
And there he was.
Alexander.
Standing at the entrance of the club.
Even in the flashing lights and chaos of the place, he looked completely out of place.
Too calm.
Too controlled.
Too dangerous.
People instinctively moved out of his way as he walked through the crowd.
He wasn't even pushing them.
They just… moved.
Like the sea parting for something powerful passing through it.
My heart started beating faster.
Oh no.
Oh no no no.
He had actually come.
Why had he come?
Why would he come?
Then I remembered the call.
Right.
I had practically begged him to find me.
Great.
Just great.
I quickly turned back toward the bar, pretending to look extremely interested in the empty glass in front of me.
Maybe he wouldn't see me.
Maybe—
"You."
My entire body froze.
His voice was right behind me.
Deep.
Calm.
And not happy.
I slowly turned around.
Alexander was standing right there now, towering over me.
His eyes moved across my face, scanning every detail like he was checking if I was injured.
Then his gaze dropped to the half-empty glass beside me.
His jaw tightened slightly.
"You're drunk."
It wasn't a question.
I squinted at him, trying to focus properly.
Why did he look so serious?
Why did he always look so serious?
"…Alex?"
My voice sounded softer than I expected.
He didn't answer immediately.
His expression didn't change.
"You called me," he said.
I blinked slowly.
"Oh."
Right.
That.
I suddenly felt very emotional.
Why?
I had no idea.
Maybe it was the alcohol.
Maybe it was seeing him after a long day.
Maybe it was just him.
But before I could stop myself—
I slid off the stool and stumbled forward.
Straight into him.
My arms wrapped around him automatically.
His body went stiff.
"I missed you."
The words slipped out without permission.
My face pressed against his chest, and I could feel his heartbeat under the fabric of his shirt.
Strong.
Steady.
Real.
He still hadn't moved.
"You shouldn't be here," he said quietly.
But his voice had softened.
I tightened my arms around him.
"No."
I shook my head stubbornly against his chest.
"You shouldn't disappear the whole day."
For a moment, neither of us spoke.
The music from the club filled the silence.
Finally, I felt his hand gently grip my arm.
He tried to pull me back.
I refused.
"No," I mumbled again.
"You're staying."
"I am not staying," he replied calmly.
"You're leaving."
I lifted my head and looked up at him.
God.
He was so handsome it was actually unfair.
"You're very hot," I informed him seriously.
His expression finally cracked.
Just slightly.
"…You told me that already."
"Did I?"
"Yes."
I smiled proudly.
"Good."
Then I poked his chest.
"You also didn't answer my question."
His eyebrow lifted.
"What question?"
"Do you want me too?"
The moment the words left my mouth, his entire posture changed.
His eyes darkened.
Dangerously.
He looked around quickly, making sure no one nearby had heard.
Then he leaned down slightly.
"Do you know what you're saying right now?"
I nodded confidently.
"Yes."
Pause.
"…No."
He sighed quietly.
Before I could protest, he grabbed my wrist gently but firmly.
"We're leaving."
"But Angela—"
"I'll inform her."
"I want another drink."
"No."
"Alex—"
"No."
He started walking toward the exit, pulling me along with him.
I stumbled a little but kept up.
Once we stepped outside, the cool night air hit my face.
I shivered.
Without hesitation, Alexander took off his coat and placed it over my shoulders.
The gesture made my chest feel warm.
"Why are you nice to me?" I asked suddenly.
He looked down at me.
"I'm not."
"You are."
"No."
"Yes."
"…You're drunk."
"That doesn't mean I'm wrong."
For a second, he didn't reply.
Then he opened the car door.
"Get in."
I sat inside obediently.
He walked around to the other side and got in as well.
The moment the car started moving, the quiet wrapped around us.
No music.
No crowd.
Just the soft hum of the engine.
My head slowly leaned sideways.
Right onto his shoulder.
He didn't move.
"Alex…"
"Yes?"
"…You came."
His voice was quieter when he answered.
"You called."
I smiled sleepily.
And before the darkness of sleep took me completely, I whispered one last thing.
"Good."
Because somehow…
Even in my drunk, chaotic state…
I knew one thing for sure.
No matter how far away he seemed during the day—
If I called him…
He would come.
The rest of the ride was quiet. I barely remember most of it, only drifting in and out of sleep, my head feeling heavy and my thoughts floating somewhere far away. Every now and then I mumbled something under my breath, though I had no idea what I was saying.
When the car finally stopped, I felt the door open and cool night air brush against my face.
We had arrived at the mansion.
Through my half-closed eyes, I saw Charles standing near the entrance as he always did, perfectly composed like he had been waiting there the whole time.
"Good evening, sir," he greeted Alexander politely.
Then his gaze shifted to me.
I was leaning almost completely against Alexander at that point, barely able to stand on my own. The moment Alexander helped me out of the car, I instinctively held onto him, my arms wrapping loosely around him for balance.
Charles raised his brows slightly in quiet understanding.
"Ah."
I heard Alexander sigh softly beside me.
"She had a long night."
The words barely registered in my head, but I lifted my face slightly and muttered stubbornly, my voice thick with sleep.
"I'm not drunk."
Charles' lips curved into a small, amused smile.
"Of course not, Miss Evie."
Before I could argue further, Alexander suddenly lifted me off the ground.
I let out a soft noise of surprise but immediately wrapped my arms around his neck to hold myself steady. My body felt too heavy to move properly, so I simply rested against him as he carried me inside the mansion.
The familiar warmth of the house surrounded us as we stepped in.
Everything was quiet.
Too quiet compared to the chaos of the club.
My head slowly fell against his shoulder, and I could hear his steady breathing close to my ear. The sound was strangely comforting.
He carried me up the staircase without saying anything.
Each step felt slow and distant, like I was floating.
Somewhere halfway up the stairs, I forced my eyes open just enough to look at him.
"Alex," I whispered.
"Yes," he answered calmly.
My fingers tightened weakly against the fabric of his shirt.
"Don't disappear tomorrow."
The words came out softer than I expected. Maybe I didn't even mean to say them out loud.
For a brief moment, he stopped walking.
I felt the pause more than I saw it.
Then he answered quietly,
"I won't."
Something in his voice made my chest feel warm.
My grip on him tightened slightly without me thinking about it.
And after that…
The world slowly faded away again.
Within seconds, I had completely fallen asleep in his arms.