Chapter 350

Rosalind lifted her gaze, her voice laced with frustration. "Ms. Vanderbilt was fully aware of the afternoon meeting, yet she insisted Nathan spend time with her instead. He refused to listen, no matter how much I tried to reason with him."

She exhaled sharply, her fingers tightening around the edge of the table. "Nathan acts as if everything I do is wrong. If this continues, I might as well leave the company."

A flicker of coldness passed through Rosalind's eyes as Theodore paused in polishing the antique china.

Theodore had never been fond of Evelyn to begin with, and Rosalind's words only reinforced his belief that she was the reason Nathan was neglecting his responsibilities.

How could someone so cunning ever belong to the Goldmann family?

Yet, to Rosalind's surprise, Theodore didn’t react with anger. Instead, he handed the delicate porcelain to Mr. Chester and said calmly, "Rosalind, you must understand—Nathan is the CEO of ckgold. If he had to handle everything himself, what would be the point of having Oliver as his assistant?"

Rosalind’s expression stiffened.

"Besides," Theodore continued, his tone measured, "Nathan simply wanted some time off with his wife. There’s nothing wrong with that."

Rosalind was stunned. "Grandfather, I thought you disapproved of Ms. Vanderbilt. Why—"

Theodore pressed his lips together, cutting her off. "Enough. Evelyn has already clarified her past with me. If I’ve chosen to trust her, I won’t go back on my word."

He had already broken his promise once—first agreeing to their marriage after she passed the military assessment, then refusing when he learned of her connection to the de Armas family.

He wouldn’t make the same mistake again.

Rosalind bit her lip, frustration simmering beneath the surface. Why was this happening?

If Theodore accepted their marriage, did that mean he had also accepted Evelyn as his granddaughter-in-law?

No. She wouldn’t allow it.

Meanwhile, Evelyn strolled down the bustling street, licking an ice cream cone. She glanced at Nathan, who had spent the last two hours trailing behind her through countless shops, and smirked.

"Nathan, how does it feel to go shopping with a woman for the first time?"

Nathan chuckled, shaking his head. "It’s... an experience."

Evelyn stopped abruptly, turning to face him with a raised brow. "Are you tired?"

Nathan narrowed his eyes. "Why do you ask?"

"Should I treat you to a nice massage?" She pointed playfully toward a nearby spa.

Nathan’s expression darkened, but Evelyn only laughed.

Before she could react, he swept her off her feet, carrying her effortlessly in his arms. Evelyn gasped, her cheeks flushing as passersby turned to stare.

"N-Nathan! Put me down!" She squirmed, mortified.

Nathan smirked. "You offered me a massage. If your service is unsatisfactory, you won’t be sleeping tonight."

Evelyn groaned, burying her face in his shoulder.

The next morning, Evelyn winced as she stretched, her back aching.

She had only been joking about the massage, but Nathan had taken it as a challenge—one that left her thoroughly exhausted.

Elsewhere, whispers spread like wildfire.

"Is it true? Mr. Goldmann skipped an important meeting just to spend time with Ms. Vanderbilt?"

"They’re married—what’s the big deal?"

"Still, he’s the CEO. Shouldn’t business come first?"

The rumors swirled, but none of it mattered to Nathan.

He had made his choice.