Chapter 363

"Someone's coming, let me go just this once—"

Evelyn pleaded softly, her stunning features and mesmerizing gaze working their magic.

Nathan's resolve crumbled. How dare this woman ignite such fire within him only to beg for mercy? No man could withstand that.

He drew a sharp breath and pulled her closer. "Don't move. Just let me hold you."

Evelyn froze, acutely aware of Nathan's restraint. One wrong move, and he might lose control entirely.

"Are you done?"

Silence.

"Nathan, want to hear a joke? I promise it'll calm you down."

A faint, curious "Hmm" came from behind her.

"A sugar cube walked to the North Pole. When it arrived, it got so cold it froze solid—turned into rock sugar."

Nathan stared blankly.

Undeterred, Evelyn grinned. "Here's another! A cabbage started stripping as it walked. After a few steps—poof! It vanished!"

Nathan promptly silenced her with a searing kiss.

"Evelyn, I have—"

The door swung open. Chloe stood frozen, eyes wide. Oh no. She was dead.

"Oops! Sudden blindness! Can't see a thing!" Chloe squeezed her eyes shut, fumbled for the doorframe, and backed out, slamming the door behind her.

Nathan's expression darkened like a storm rolling in.

Evelyn rose on her toes, brushing her lips against his. Seeing his anger ebb, she murmured, "Chloe came for a reason. Mr. and Mrs. Whitmore are waiting for me."

"Why?" Nathan's mood plummeted instantly.

She adjusted his collar. "To settle things, obviously."

His grip tightened around her waist. "Need my help?"

Evelyn chuckled. "I've got this."

As she turned to leave, Nathan pressed her against the wall. "Then they can wait. Mm—"

She halted just shy of his lips. "Tonight. Let's finish this tonight."

The wolfish glint in his eyes was unmistakable. "You promised."

The restaurant's private room hummed with tension.

Evelyn and Chloe entered to find the Whitmores already seated. Mr. Whitmore half-rose, but his wife yanked him down, sneering.

"Only when the scandal explodes do you bother fixing it? Pathetic. People like you only care when your precious reputation's at stake. What skeletons are you hiding now?"

Evelyn sat, unflinching. "Mrs. Whitmore, that's unfair. I'm here to talk. How is that hiding anything? I'm trying to help you."

"Help us?" Mrs. Whitmore scoffed. "You want our daughter to take the fall while we stay silent? After what you did, compensation is the least you owe!"

Her voice dripped venom. Rumors of how her daughter suffered at camp had reached her. If Wynona were alive and crossed "Mrs. Goldmann," a simple apology wouldn't suffice.