Chapter 349

Evelyn blinked up at him, her long lashes fluttering. "What are you doing, Nathan?"

His fingers tightened slightly around her waist. "Weren’t you just calling me 'honey' a second ago? Why the sudden change?" His voice was low, tinged with displeasure.

She bit her lip, cheeks flushing. "I was just messing with her because she was eyeing my man."

Her man.

Nathan’s lips curved into a satisfied smirk.

He pulled her closer, his breath warm against her ear. "And what kind of excitement were you referring to earlier?"

A shiver ran down her spine, and she quickly pressed a hand against his chest. "Nathan, not here. I didn’t mean that kind of excitement."

This insatiable man—didn’t he ever worry about exhausting himself?

Nathan chuckled darkly but said nothing.

Evelyn grinned up at him, mischief dancing in her eyes. "You promised me the whole day, remember? That means you’re agreeing to whatever I want to do."

He arched a brow, amused. "Go on, then. What’s on your mind?"

She beamed. "Everything. A movie, shopping—just like a normal couple."

Nathan’s expression darkened slightly, but Evelyn tugged at his sleeve, pouting. "I want to experience what it’s like to go on a real date with my boyfriend."

He hesitated. He had never indulged in such mundane activities before—they were unnecessary.

But for her? He couldn’t refuse.

The cinema was bustling when they arrived. A striking couple like them instantly drew attention.

Evelyn turned to Nathan. "I’ll get the tickets. Wait here." She strode toward the kiosk, leaving him standing near the entrance.

Whispers followed in her wake.

"Did you see that guy? He’s gorgeous."

"He’s alone—should we go talk to him?"

A group of giggling girls approached, one boldly stepping forward. "Hey, can we get your number?"

Nathan regarded them coolly before a slow, devastating smile curved his lips. "Sorry. I’m married."

Their hearts sank. Married? Who was the lucky woman?

Just then, Evelyn reappeared, sliding her arm possessively through his. "Honey," she purred, shooting the girls a pointed look. "Sorry, but my husband doesn’t give out his number."

The girls flushed and scurried away.

Evelyn huffed as she dragged Nathan toward the theater. Maybe bringing him out in public was a mistake. The man was a magnet for attention.

Nathan smirked, thoroughly enjoying her jealousy.

Goldmann Mansion

Theodore set down the delicate china he’d been polishing, frowning. "Nathan skipped work?"

Rosalind lowered her gaze. "Grandfather, I fear I’m not a very effective assistant."

"Did he give you trouble?"

Theodore wasn’t blind—Nathan had been displeased when Rosalind replaced Oliver. It was no surprise he wasn’t cooperating.

She shook her head. "No. I just… couldn’t convince him to focus."