Chapter 393

Nathan's grip on Evelyn's hand tightened, making her wince. "Ow, that hurts. What's wrong? Can't I even ask?"

He smirked, his voice low. "No reason. I just don't like her."

Evelyn pulled her hand back, crossing her arms. "What about other women? Have you never been in love before?"

Nathan's gaze flickered away before returning to hers. "Never."

Then, his eyes darkened as he asked, "What about you? Any men before me?"

Evelyn pretended to think, a teasing smile playing on her lips. "Hmm, one. I had a crush on a senior in college."

Nathan's expression instantly soured.

She laughed, nudging him. "Relax. He was popular—handsome, brilliant. Half the campus adored him. He didn’t even know I existed."

Nathan’s jaw clenched. "So, you wish he had?"

Evelyn rolled her eyes, grinning. "Please. I have you—the most devastatingly handsome, successful man alive. Why would I even glance at anyone else?"

The car stopped at a red light.

Before she could react, Nathan cupped the back of her head and pulled her into a searing kiss.

Evelyn gasped, her cheeks burning as she pushed him away. "Nathan! We're in public!"

He smirked, undeterred.

By the time they reached Blue Bay Villa, Nathan had her pinned against the foyer wall the second the door closed. His lips trailed down her neck as her fingers tangled in his hair.

He tugged her hair loose, letting it cascade down her back. Her blouse slipped off one shoulder—

His phone rang.

Evelyn panted, pressing a hand to his chest. "You should… answer that."

Nathan exhaled sharply, clearly irritated. But he pulled back, yanking his phone out. "What?"

Oliver’s voice crackled through. "Mr. Goldmann, he's dead."

At the police station, Oliver stood outside the morgue, speaking with officers. When he spotted Nathan, he hurried over. "He was shot outside Summer Pavilion. Crowds panicked—someone called it in."

Evelyn’s blood ran cold. "Then Instructor Lancaster—"

Rosalind was eliminating every loose end.

Nathan shot Oliver a look. The assistant immediately dialed Harrison, ordering him to guard the instructor at all costs.

While Nathan spoke with the police, Evelyn sank onto a bench, her mind racing.

Soon, the officers dispersed. Nathan crouched before her, hands on her knees. "Talk to me."

She met his gaze. "Nathan… we're being watched."

There was no other way Rosalind could’ve known the man was at Summer Pavilion. She’d waited until they left to strike—because Nathan’s men would’ve stopped her inside.

Nathan’s jaw tightened.

Evelyn’s thoughts spiraled. "Did she plant someone on me? How else did she show up at SS Restaurant with your grandfather? Or know I was meeting Harrison?"

If Rosalind hadn’t been tracking her, why block her from leaving that day?