Chapter 323

"Ouch! That hurts, Nathan. Can't you be more gentle?"

"My apologies. I'll adjust my touch."

Rosalind's expression darkened instantly.

How... How shameless! Doing something so intimate in the office? Evelyn, you truly are a wicked temptress!

Blinded by fury, she shoved the door open—only to freeze in shock.

Evelyn sat on the couch while Nathan knelt before her, carefully massaging her ankle.

Nathan turned his head, his gaze sharp as ice. "Did knocking escape your manners?"

Rosalind stiffened, her face flushing. "I—I thought something was wrong in here."

Evelyn's cheeks burned with embarrassment.

Thank goodness he didn’t take too long this time. Otherwise, I’d need to dig a hole and disappear into it.

"And if something were happening here," Nathan said coldly, "what concern is it of yours? Unless you have business, get out."

Rosalind hadn’t expected to be dismissed so harshly—again. She bit her lip, shooting Evelyn a lingering glare before storming out.

Evelyn sighed, nudging Nathan lightly. "Must you be so cruel? She’ll probably cry over this."

Nathan lifted his gaze, fingers tightening abruptly around her ankle.

"Ah—!" She yanked her foot back, wincing. "Nathan Goldmann, that hurt! No more massages for you!"

He braced an arm on the couch behind her, leaning in. "Why should I care if she cries? She’s not my woman."

Evelyn’s breath hitched.

With Nathan, indifference was a privilege—he only bothered with those who mattered. She’d learned that the hard way. Still, she couldn’t help but tease.

"True, but wasn’t Vivian technically your woman too? Why didn’t you—"

"Evelyn." His voice dropped dangerously. "Mention her again, and I’ll ensure you don’t leave this bed tomorrow."

#AdrianBoucher Spotted with Mystery Woman#

As predicted, the headline dominated Google Trends. Given Adrian’s A-list status, it skyrocketed to the top search.

Evelyn scrolled through the article on her tablet. The paparazzi’s angle made their interaction look far more intimate than it had been.

The only saving grace? She’d been kissing Daisy in that moment. The photo had conveniently obscured her daughter’s face.

Gregory chuckled at her tense expression. "Relax. The comments aren’t even about the kid. Most of them are just... oddly supportive."

Adrian’s fans had flooded his social media.

#Adrian’sBiggestFan: Bro, stop lurking in shadows. Just announce it already. We’re begging.#

#LoveIsBlind @AdrianOfficial: [Crying] Is she your girlfriend? At this point, we’re just worried you’ll die alone.#

#RosalindWho: LMAO. Expected a fan war, got a marriage petition instead. Never change, Boucher stans.#

#AdrianOrBust: Honestly? We’ve given up. If she’s breathing, we approve.#

Evelyn pinched the bridge of her nose. Adrian’s fanbase was... unique.

In his office, Nathan’s scowl deepened as he skimmed the trending scandal.

Those paparazzi have a death wish.

Spreading rumors about his woman and the Bouchers? Unforgivable.

Just then, Theodore’s booming voice echoed outside. "Is that stubborn grandson of mine refusing to see me again?"