Chapter 235

Harrison replied, "Yes, Rosalind and I returned with the Elder Master this time."

While the two brothers were catching up, the woman had already approached Nathan with a smile. "Nathan, you haven't changed at all after all these years, have you?"

Nathan only responded with indifference.

Seeing that his attitude toward her remained as cold as ever, Rosalind wasn't fazed. To her, Nathan was exactly the same as she remembered.

He still treats everyone with that same detachment, that same cold rationality. It's what makes him so compelling.

"Theodore sighed. "Indeed, he hasn't changed. Except now, he's the father of three little ones."

This boy was barely sixteen when I left for abroad.

A flicker of shadow passed through Rosalind's eyes, vanishing just as quickly.

Only a few years, and Nathan already has children?

Madam Victoria's expression darkened as she stared at the photo Vivian had sent. "Hmph, it was Evelyn! That scheming little—!"

I knew it! Why else would someone suddenly send photos to Yvette? It was a trap, and we walked right into it!

Yvette, seated on the couch, seethed with fury. Between her daughter's scandal and being outmaneuvered twice, she refused to let this go.

"Mother, that woman is nothing but trouble. Not only did we gain nothing, but we handed Viana Jewelry to her without a fight. So why don't we—"

"Why don't we what?" Madam Victoria cut in sharply.

"Why don't we expose her? Let all of Bassburgh know that Evelyn is an ungrateful, disrespectful wretch? Ruin her reputation beyond repair!"

I refuse to let that witch get away with this!

That evening, at the Goldmann mansion...

Evelyn stepped out of the dressing room in a custom evening gown, the elegant fabric draping flawlessly over her figure. The sophisticated design accentuated her poise, making her look every bit the refined noblewoman.

"Do I really need to dress like this just for dinner?" She shot Nathan a suspicious glance, realizing he had a habit of enjoying her in formal wear.

Nathan's lips curved slightly. "This isn't just any dinner. We're meeting my grandfather."

"Your grandfather?" Evelyn stiffened.

He closed the distance between them, wrapping an arm around her waist. "It's a family gathering."

"Can I skip it?" She averted her gaze, her usual resistance to such events flaring up.

Understanding her hesitation, Nathan suddenly lifted her off her feet.

Evelyn instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck as he lowered her onto the bed. His lips brushed against her neck, his voice a low murmur. "Relax. My grandfather may have a temper, but he's all bark."

"Nathan, didn't you say we were leaving for dinner—?" Her cheeks flushed.

"Behave."

Evelyn exhaled in exasperation.

Later, arm in arm with Nathan, Evelyn stood outside VIP Room 01 at the Grand Courtyard Hotel. She nervously adjusted her hair, worried her earlier distraction had ruined her makeup.

Nathan caught her fidgeting and leaned in, his breath warm against her ear. "Stop worrying. You're stunning."

My wife is breathtaking without even trying. But if dressing her up keeps other men at bay, all the better.

If a man wants his woman to stay by his side, he should spoil her rotten—let her temper flourish until no one else dares approach her. That way, she'll never belong to anyone else.