Chapter 322

Evelyn froze for a split second at Adrian's words. Then, the realization hit her like a bolt of lightning.

Someone was lurking in the shadows, snapping photos of them.

She didn’t turn around. Instead, she walked calmly to her car with Gregory, just as they had anticipated. The moment they parted ways was captured by the hidden paparazzo.

The photographer licked his lips as he scrolled through the shots on his camera. A smug grin spread across his face.

These photos would be explosive. The editor-in-chief would definitely reward him handsomely.

Back at Soul, Evelyn suddenly remembered something and turned to Gregory. "Uncle Gregory, keep an eye on the news for me these next few days."

"News? Why?"

"Yes. Adrian warned me there were paparazzi nearby. They probably got pictures of us."

Truthfully, Evelyn wasn’t worried about the rumors they might spin about her and Adrian. She just didn’t want her daughter dragged into the spotlight. The last thing she needed was for Daisy to face internet vitriol at such a young age.

Gregory nodded. "Consider it done."

The moment she stepped into her office, strong arms wrapped around her from behind, pulling her into a tight embrace. The door clicked shut as Nathan leaned against it, his gaze darkening as he looked down at her. "Where have you been this time? Care to explain?"

Evelyn didn’t even need to turn around to know who it was. A helpless smile tugged at her lips. "I just had lunch with Adrian."

Nathan’s eyes narrowed. "Lunch with Adrian?"

"Yes. I wanted to thank him for his help," she replied, tilting her head up to meet his gaze. "Sir, you’re the CEO of Luxe. Aren’t you worried about the gossip if you keep showing up at my studio every day?"

He leaned in, pressing his forehead against hers. "Do you really think anyone would dare talk about me behind my back?" His voice dropped lower. "Besides, I own Luxe. I go wherever I please. Even if I come to see my sugar baby every day, no one’s going to say a word."

Evelyn fought the urge to roll her eyes.

If I’m the sugar baby, then what does that make you? A trophy boyfriend? With that face of yours?

She studied his features—sharp jawline, piercing eyes, lips that always seemed to smirk at the most inconvenient times.

If she were a wealthy woman looking for a kept man, she’d pick him without hesitation.

Her fingers lifted his chin, her smile turning playful. "Then I suppose spending a night with you would cost a fortune, wouldn’t it, Mr. Goldmann?"

Nathan’s lips curved as he closed the distance between them. "Don’t worry. I’ll cover the rest of the bill."

Before she could respond, his mouth crashed onto hers. The heat in his gaze was undeniable, and Evelyn knew she should stop him—but she didn’t.

Every time footsteps echoed outside the door, her heart skipped a beat, terrified someone might knock.

Meanwhile, Rosalind strode into the administrative office, knocking sharply. When no one answered, she pushed the door open—only to find Nathan missing.

She stopped a passing employee. "Where’s Nathan?"

The woman smiled knowingly. "If Mr. Goldmann isn’t here, try the 16th floor."

Everyone in the office knew exactly where Nathan disappeared to these days.

The 16th floor? That’s where Evelyn’s studio is.

Rosalind’s expression darkened. She spun on her heel and marched toward the elevator.

Stepping onto the 16th floor, she approached the receptionist. "Is Nathan here?"

The woman hesitated before nodding. "Yes. Mr. Goldmann has been in Ms. Zara’s office."

Rosalind’s nails dug into her palms as she stormed toward Evelyn’s office. The thought of them together made her blood boil.

Titus had placed her beside Nathan for a reason—to drive them apart.

Just as she raised her hand to knock, a muffled sound from inside made her freeze.