Chapter 159

After dinner, Madam Victoria suggested that Evelyn and Nathan should spend the night at the Vanderbilt manor.

Evelyn wanted to refuse, but Nathan accepted without hesitation.

Madam Victoria's face lit up with delight. "Mr. Goldmann, please don't hesitate to ask for anything you need. Consider this your home."

Nathan barely acknowledged her, leaving the old woman with an awkward smile.

Home? Evelyn scoffed internally.

She opened her mouth to protest, but Nathan cut her off with a glance. "I'd like to see your old room."

My old room?

Evelyn stiffened. It had been six years since she last stepped foot in this house, let alone the room she once occupied.

Richard cleared his throat. "Zoe's room hasn’t been touched. I’ll have it cleaned immediately."

Later, Evelyn stood in the doorway of her childhood bedroom. The layout was exactly as she remembered—same furniture, same decorations, frozen in time.

Only the bed seemed smaller now, dwarfed by the massive one in Nathan’s suite.

Nathan prowled the space, his sharp eyes landing on the framed photos displayed on the cabinet.

All of them were of Evelyn as a child.

She had been adorable—round cheeks, bright eyes, looking so much like Daisy.

"Don’t look!" Evelyn snatched the photo from his hands and clutched it to her chest, shielding the rest with her body.

Nathan arched a brow. "What’s wrong with me seeing my woman as a child?"

"I said don’t."

"Are you embarrassed?"

Evelyn gritted her teeth. The photos were hideous, and she’d rather die than let him see them.

Nathan didn’t push. Instead, he surveyed the room before sinking onto the bed. "Cozy."

Evelyn shoved the photos back into the cabinet and turned to glare at him. "Mr. Goldmann, this bed is tiny. You should—"

He ignored her and stretched out fully.

Evelyn gaped.

This arrogant bastard has no shame!

That night…

Evelyn rummaged through her closet for something to wear. The only clothes left were from her high school days, long forgotten.

Thankfully, her old pajamas still fit.

But what about him?

Nathan had already shed his jacket, unbuttoning his shirt as if preparing to shower.

A sudden realization struck her. She lunged forward, grabbing his arms and shoving him back onto the bed.

Nathan blinked, caught off guard.

Evelyn glowered. "I’ll ask my father for spare pajamas. Stay put."

She had almost forgotten—there was nothing here that would fit him, and she refused to let him sleep naked.

The corner of Nathan’s mouth twitched as she stormed out.

Evelyn reached Richard’s door and froze when she heard Laura’s voice from inside.

"What’s wrong with me wanting a son? The Vanderbilts need an heir, Richard. Do you hate me now?"

A son?

Evelyn’s frown deepened.

Laura’s over forty. Is she seriously trying to get pregnant at this age?

Richard’s voice was sharp. "That’s not something we can control. Zoe and Nathan are here. Have you lost your mind?"

Laura sniffled. "You’ve changed."

"Instead of obsessing over this, discipline your daughter properly."

"Fine. I’ll sleep in Vivian’s room tonight."

Laura flung the door open—only to collide with Evelyn standing there. Her glare turned venomous.

Evelyn smirked.

Richard ignored Laura but stiffened when he saw Evelyn. "Zoe? What are you—"