Chapter 308

"Since Nathan wants no one but you, I hope that no matter what happens, you will stay by his side forever."

Evelyn froze. She didn't understand why, but she felt as though Mr. Goldmann Sr. was entrusting his son's future to her.

Forcing a smile, she replied, "Don't worry, Mr. Goldmann, I—" She glanced at Nathan, who sat beside her, unusually quiet and well-behaved, before finishing, "I won’t leave him alone."

Nathan’s lips twitched slightly. Given how concerned his father was about their relationship, he supposed he ought to treat the old man a little better in the future.

Theodore Goldmann nodded in satisfaction. "Good, good. I’ll handle his grandfather. As for you two, take your time and enjoy yourselves. I’m sure the old man will come around eventually."

Once the call ended, Evelyn handed the phone back to Nathan.

A smug grin spread across his face as he pulled her into his arms. "You heard him, didn’t you? My father wants you to stay with me forever."

Evelyn scowled and lightly punched his shoulder. "Don’t get ahead of yourself. Yes, I promised Mr. Goldmann, but if you ever hurt me, I’ll take the kids and marry someone else!"

Marry someone else?

Nathan stiffened. When the words finally registered, his chest swelled with warmth and amusement. Even though they weren’t officially engaged yet, she had already acknowledged being his.

He seized her hand and pressed a kiss to her knuckles, his voice low and possessive. "I won’t give you the chance."

After a few days of "rest," the bruise on Nathan’s cheek had faded. He draped his jacket over his arm and strolled downstairs toward the kitchen.

Leaning against the doorway, he watched Evelyn’s slender figure move gracefully between the stove and counter. A faint smirk tugged at his lips.

Too absorbed in adjusting the flame, Evelyn didn’t notice his presence—until strong arms wrapped around her from behind. Before she could protest, his lips captured hers in a searing kiss.

"Mmm—Nathan, stop—" She squirmed, but he pinned her against the wall, his mouth relentless. Slowly, the fight drained from her, and she melted into him.

What had started as a simple kiss quickly spiraled into something deeper, more demanding.

The doorbell shattered the moment.

Flushed, Evelyn shoved him away. "That must be the delivery for the clothes."

As she turned to leave, Nathan yanked her back and wrapped his jacket around her shoulders. "You’re not answering the door like this."

If it was a woman, fine. But if it was a man? He’d gouge their eyes out.

Evelyn blinked, then glanced down at herself—wearing nothing but his oversized shirt. And whose fault was that?

Shooting him a glare, she tightened the jacket and marched to the door.

A uniformed woman stood outside, smiling politely. "Mrs. Goldmann? Mr. Goldmann reserved our entire limited collection for you. We’ve brought everything today."

Before Evelyn could respond, Nathan appeared behind her, his arm possessively around her waist. "Bring them in," he ordered.

The saleswoman signaled her team, and soon, the living room was filled with glossy gift bags—dozens of them, all bearing the logos of luxury brands like T&M, Armani, Tia, and Estee.

Evelyn’s jaw dropped. She knew Nathan was wealthy—he could buy a villa without blinking—but she hadn’t expected him to order an entirely new wardrobe instead of just retrieving her things from the Goldmann mansion.

Even as someone who enjoyed spending, this was excessive.

Noticing her expression, Nathan pulled her close and kissed her cheek. "Don’t feel guilty. All my money is yours. Spend it however you like."