Chapter 347

The car ride was silent.

Nathan pulled out the medical kit and carefully tended to the scratch on Evelyn’s face. Though it was minor, even the smallest wound could leave a mark if not treated properly.

Evelyn didn’t speak, her gaze fixed elsewhere.

"Did I scare you?" Nathan’s voice was low, his brows furrowed. He knew his actions had been brutal, but the thought of Vivian harming Evelyn had ignited something uncontrollable inside him.

Evelyn finally turned to him, her lips parting slightly. "It’s fine."

His eyes darkened. "Fine?"

Without another word, Evelyn wrapped her arms around him, pressing her face against his chest. The sudden warmth of her embrace caught him off guard.

"Zoe, you—"

She smiled faintly, nestling deeper into his arms. "Nathan, I know you’d never hurt me. I could never be afraid of you."

Her words melted the ice in his gaze. He lifted a hand, gently stroking her hair before pressing a kiss to her forehead.

"Zoe," he murmured, "I won’t let anyone who dares lay a finger on you walk away unscathed."

That evening, at Blue Bay Villa—

Nathan carried Evelyn into their bedroom, his words still echoing in her mind.

She had never seen that side of him before—ruthless, unrelenting. But it had all been for her.

A thought struck her, and she lifted her head. "How did you know where I was?"

"Do you really think I wouldn’t find you?"

Nathan kissed the back of her hand, but then his expression shifted. A shadow crossed his face. "I was afraid I’d be too late. If something had happened to you…"

He couldn’t finish the sentence. The mere thought was unbearable.

Evelyn chuckled softly, reaching up to ruffle his hair in reassurance. The gesture surprised even her.

Nathan’s eyes darkened further. He cupped the back of her head and pulled her into a searing kiss. When they finally broke apart, Evelyn gasped for air, her cheeks flushed.

"Nathan, we have to pick up the kids from school—mmph!"

He swept her onto the bed, his voice a low growl. "Tonight, it’s just us."

"Nathan, you—!"

She barely got the words out before he silenced her again.

The man who had been terrifyingly cold just hours ago was now entirely different—playful, possessive, relentless.

He smirked as he stripped away her clothes. "Yes, I’m a scoundrel."

The night stretched on, uninterrupted by the usual responsibilities of parenthood. By the time dawn approached, Evelyn lay boneless in bed, utterly spent.

Nathan, ever the gentleman (or so he claimed), carried her downstairs "out of kindness."

The dining table was set with an extravagant candlelit dinner, and on the chair beside it rested a bouquet of black roses nearly half her height.

Evelyn blinked. "Since when are you this romantic?"

Black roses were rare—and expensive. This bouquet was so massive she doubted she could even lift it.

"Of course," he said, grinning. "Our first night together deserves nothing less."

She would’ve forgotten if he hadn’t mentioned it.

Nathan wrapped his arms around her from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder. His voice was rough with emotion. "Zoe, I heard your father has finally agreed. From today onward, you’re Evelyn Goldmann—my wife."

He kissed her temple. "We’ll set a date. And it won’t be some small affair. It’ll be grand—so grand that every woman in this city will envy you."