Chapter 282

Evelyn quickly removed her stockings.

Nathan's gaze darkened abruptly. His tongue pressed against his back teeth as if contemplating something.

Noticing the dangerous shift in atmosphere, Evelyn tried to wriggle free from his grasp.

Before she could escape, he flipped her onto the couch, pinning her beneath him.

Later, Evelyn rushed back to the dormitory wrapped tightly in her coat, only to collide with Rosalind and Winifred in the hallway.

Rosalind's sharp eyes took in Evelyn's flushed cheeks, disheveled hair, and the way she clutched her coat around herself. The implications were obvious.

The hatred flashing in Rosalind's eyes vanished instantly. 'Not yet,' she reminded herself. 'The timing isn't right.'

Winifred, who'd always despised Evelyn, smirked maliciously. "Well, well. Someone's been rolling in the sheets with some dirty man, haven't they?"

Evelyn's expression darkened momentarily. She gave Rosalind a sidelong glance but ignored Winifred completely.

Infuriated by the dismissal, Winifred grabbed Evelyn's coat in front of Rosalind.

When the coat slipped open, the love bites on Evelyn's neck were clearly visible. Rosalind's hands clenched into fists at her sides. She never imagined the usually cold and aloof Nathan could be so... passionate.

Winifred's face twisted with contempt. "Disgusting! You actually slept with some random man during training? What kind of slut are you?"

Evelyn smirked. "Winifred, is 'slut' the only word in your vocabulary? Who exactly are you calling a slut?"

"You know damn well who I'm talking about!" Winifred snapped.

Evelyn's smile widened. "Ah, so you're calling me a slut. Got it." Realizing she'd been tricked into repeating herself, Winifred's face darkened with rage. "How dare you mock me!"

Some people never learn. Winifred had already forgotten Evelyn's previous warnings as she raised her hand to strike.

Evelyn caught her wrist effortlessly. "Do you think having one injured arm makes me incapable of hitting back?"

Before Winifred could react, Evelyn's left hand connected sharply with her cheek. The resounding slap left Winifred stunned, her face whipped to the side.

Rosalind privately thought Winifred deserved it for running her mouth, but Evelyn's audacity to strike right in front of her was unacceptable.

She stepped forward protectively. "Miss Vanderbilt, while Winifred's words were harsh, was physical violence necessary?"

"'Winifred'?" Evelyn's eyes narrowed dangerously. "So you two know each other?"

The pieces clicked into place. 'Then Nathan knowing about my accidental trespassing and the incident with Felix... was this their doing?'

Rosalind recovered quickly, smiling. "I know most people in this training camp. Is that so strange?"

"Who you know is none of my concern, Miss Summers," Evelyn said coldly. "But I'd advise against meddling too much. This isn't my first time teaching Winifred manners. People with filthy mouths deserve to be slapped."

Evelyn flexed her wrist, glaring at Winifred with icy disdain.

Seeing Rosalind hesitate, Winifred pulled her aside. "Rosalind, don't be intimidated! She's just some strong woman - nowhere near your status! You have Mr. Goldmann's backing!"