Chapter 59

"Soul?" Gregory tilted his head, his expression thoughtful.

"Every creation carries its essence. Even lifeless objects need soul—without it, they're merely hollow shells." Evelyn's voice held quiet conviction.

Gregory stroked his chin, nodding slowly. Just as he opened his mouth to respond, the office door swung open.

Evelyn's smile faltered when Nathan Goldmann strode in.

Her pulse quickened. What was he doing here?

Gregory gave a polite nod. "Mr. Goldmann."

Nathan's piercing gaze swept over them. "Gregory Fannon, I presume? Your reputation precedes you in Bassburgh's jewelry circles."

"The honor is mine." Gregory's grin didn't reach his eyes.

Evelyn forced a bright tone. "To what do we owe this unexpected visit, Mr. Goldmann?" Her fingers twitched—this man from six years ago still unsettled her.

"Business." Nathan's tone was glacial. "As primary investor in CKGold's new jewelry line, I'm entitled to progress reports."

Her laugh sounded brittle even to her own ears. "Of course. We'd never neglect our esteemed backer." She rose abruptly. "Though I fear our tea selection won't meet your standards."

"Try me." Nathan settled onto the couch with deliberate ease, his stare challenging. "I have time."

Evelyn's jaw tightened.

Gregory cleared his throat. "I'll prepare the tea."

The moment the door closed, Evelyn braced against her desk. "Let's skip the pretense. You're not here for tea."

"No." Nathan crossed his legs, the movement predatory. "I've ordered paternity tests for those children."

Her nails dug into her arms. "How... personal."

His gaze sharpened. "No reaction?"

"Why would I care about your personal affairs?" She forced a shrug, though her ribs constricted.

"Most people show surprise at such news." He leaned forward. "Your composure is... telling."

Evelyn hugged herself tighter. Damn his razor-sharp perception. Had he uncovered something? She schooled her features. Without proof, he had nothing.

"The office gossip mill already churned out that tidbit." She waved a hand. "Though I imagine Vivian will be devastated after six devoted years."

Nathan's expression darkened, a storm gathering in his eyes.

The tension shattered when Gregory returned with tea. Nathan stood abruptly. "I've seen enough."

Without another word, he strode out, leaving the scent of bergamot and unresolved questions in his wake.