Chapter 411

Evelyn answered each question with effortless grace.

Julian Abascal observed from the sidelines. The curly-haired man beside him slung an arm over his shoulder and smirked.

"Julian, you like her, don’t you?"

"Me?" Julian shot him a lazy grin. "Sure, but too bad—she’s married."

"Married? Well, that’s a dead end." The man shrugged.

Julian swung his golf club, but the ball veered off course.

The blue-haired guy nearby chuckled. "Ms. Zara seems to be a natural."

His gaze lingered on Evelyn, and Julian followed it. Not far away, Evelyn adjusted her grip and sent the ball sailing straight into the hole.

"Impressive," Julian murmured, admiration flickering in his eyes. Women who could play golf were rare in his circles—most socialites preferred less strenuous pastimes.

Evelyn was so absorbed she didn’t notice Julian approaching. When he spotted the sweat glistening on her forehead, he pulled out his handkerchief.

Chloe Lawson suddenly appeared, gripping his wrist. "What do you think you’re doing?"

Evelyn startled, turning to stare at him in disbelief. Julian froze, caught off guard. Flustered, he withdrew his hand.

"My apologies if I made you uncomfortable. It’s just habit—I’d do the same for any of my female friends."

Chloe narrowed her eyes. She didn’t trust this guy one bit.

Evelyn smiled politely. "That’s very considerate of you, Mr. Abascal."

So he does this for all his female friends? Charming, but still inappropriate.

Julian grinned. "Shouldn’t we be kind to the women in our lives?"

Then Evelyn felt it—a searing gaze burning into her. She turned and saw Nathan Goldmann and his entourage approaching.

Oliver Lawson noticed Nathan’s darkening expression and winced. If he could sense the tension, everyone else definitely could.

Julian followed Nathan’s glare and smirked. The possessive fury in those eyes told him everything.

Nathan didn’t speak. Instead, he strode forward, seized Evelyn’s wrist, and yanked her against his chest. Before she could react, his lips crashed onto hers.

Evelyn’s eyes widened in shock. The crowd gasped.

She shoved him away, her cheeks flushed. Nathan barely restrained the hunger in his gaze as he tightened his grip on her waist.

"Enjoying yourself, sweetheart?" he murmured, voice low and dangerous.