Chloe Roland finished speaking.

Her parents followed her gaze.

A delicate profile was faintly visible through the Bentley's window.

Mr. Roland squinted. "Is that Miss Xu?"

Mrs. Roland nodded. "I think so too."

Ryan Roland frowned slightly.

The only person who could be in Alexander Vance's car was Evelyn Ross.

He looked at Isabella Ashcroft. "You said that was your benefactor?"

"Of course it's my benefactor!" Chloe said eagerly. "Hurry and catch up! I want to enter with my benefactor!"

Ryan pressed his lips together.

Could it really be Isabella in that car?

The Roland motorcade accelerated, but only saw the Bentley's taillights disappear into a private entrance.

Chloe anxiously tapped her wheelchair armrest. "Why can't we go in?"

Ryan reassured her. "Don't worry. We'll see them at the party."

…

Penthouse suite at The Ritz-Carlton.

Evelyn followed Alexander into the room and suddenly paused.

This route didn't seem to lead to the ballroom. It felt more like...

"Where are we going?" she asked softly.

"The suite," Alexander replied calmly.

Evelyn's heart skipped a beat. "Why are we going to the suite?"

Thomas Watson answered eagerly. "Miss Ross, to change into your gown and get ready, of course! The hospital conditions were limited. The CEO specially prepared this suite."

Evelyn's ears grew warm.

So she had misunderstood.

Alexander glanced at her, a faint smile playing on his lips.

Evelyn looked away, her cheeks flushing.

She was being presumptuous.

They had agreed to divorce. How could she have such a misconception?

Thomas continued probing. "What did you think we were going to do, Miss Ross?"

Evelyn lowered her head to hide her embarrassment.

Alexander smoothly intervened. "Is the stylist here? How are the gown preparations?"

"Everything is ready. Miss Ross can choose from over a dozen evening gowns..."

Evelyn secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Inside the presidential suite, the stylist asked respectfully, "Which gown do you prefer, Miss Ross?"

A dazzling array of gowns filled the room, every style imaginable.

Evelyn had never attended a formal gala and wasn't familiar with these things.

But she calmly countered, "What would you suggest?"

The stylist selected a dark green silk gown. "This one complements your气质 perfectly, Miss Ross. The elegant cut will surely stun everyone."

Evelyn nodded. "This one, then."

She went into the bedroom to change and emerged moments later.

Alexander looked up, his breath catching slightly.

The emerald silk perfectly outlined her graceful curves.

Her back was slender, her waist narrow, her collarbones delicate.

The skirt swayed gently with her steps, her black hair cascading over her shoulders.

The outfit should have been alluring, yet it carried a wild, untamed beauty.

Alexander's Adam's apple moved. He couldn't look away.

Evelyn felt her ears grow hot under his gaze but feigned composure. "What do you think, Mr. Vance?"

"Not bad."

Alexander took a sip of water to suppress the restlessness in his heart.

Evelyn walked toward the full-length mirror, but her high heel suddenly twisted.

Alexander swiftly steadied her by the waist.

The warmth of his palm seeped through the thin fabric, making her step back hastily.

The air suddenly grew charged with tension.

Evelyn kicked off the high heels. "I'm not used to these. Flats are more comfortable."

The stylist smiled. "Your height is perfect for flats, Miss Ross. And have you noticed? The color of your gown matches Mr. Vance's tie exactly. It's a perfect pair."

Evelyn remained silent.

She expected Alexander to deny it, but he never refuted the statement.

A subtle ripple stirred within her.

She wasn't oblivious. She could sense the change in the man's attitude.

In the past, she would have maintained her distance.

But now, a secret thread of joy unfurled within her.

Evelyn didn't want to dwell on it. She would let things take their natural course.

They entered the ballroom side by side.

In a corner, Chloe's eyes widened immediately. "My benefactor is here!"

Ryan followed her gaze, his eyes narrowing slightly.

At the entrance to the ballroom, a perfect couple walked in hand in hand.