Chapter 548
Preston Sinclair didn't take William Sterling's words seriously.
He glanced at Evelyn with a gentle smile and continued answering William's question.
William said, "Since you're friends with Evelyn, perhaps you could help find her a suitable partner. I can't rest easy knowing she might stay single forever."
Preston chuckled warmly, but even Alexander Sterling's fingers paused mid-motion.
Alexander slowly speared a piece of fish with his fork and ate it in silence.
Preston replied smoothly, "Ms. Sterling is an extraordinary woman—she certainly isn't lacking admirers. But finding someone who truly matches her? That's rare. I see how content she is with her family. Chairman Sterling, you've clearly raised her like royalty. No one could ever treat her as well as her own family does."
William raised his brows, thoroughly pleased with Preston's response.
He nodded in agreement. "Exactly. Our entire family indulges Evelyn. Her happiness is ours."
This statement was an unspoken confirmation—Evelyn's position as the heir to Sterling Enterprises was unshakable.
Nathan Blackwood sat in his car outside Sterling Enterprises, waiting for Evelyn.
Soon, a message from Tristan Whitmore arrived.
Attached was a photo—William, Alexander, and Evelyn dining with Preston Sinclair.
The scene was unexpectedly warm.
William, as the elder, wore an openly fond expression as he spoke with Preston.
They looked... harmonious together.
[Tristan Whitmore: He's already meeting the parents, and you're still parked outside like a lost puppy. Should I introduce you to someone else?]
Meeting the parents?
Nathan's expression darkened instantly. His grip on the steering wheel tightened.
A cold fury settled over his features.
Jealousy and anger twisted inside him, sharp enough to make him consider storming in and taking Evelyn away.
His pulse spiked.
The urge to lock her away—just for himself—flared dangerously.
Otherwise, every man near her would remain an unbearable irritation.
Playing the gentleman had gotten him nowhere.
A wolf in sheep's clothing could never truly be tame.
Nathan's nature wouldn't allow him to stand by and watch.
His patient approach had failed. If he waited any longer, Evelyn might marry someone else without him even realizing it.
No. I'm done waiting.
He sent Evelyn a text and headed to her penthouse.
He knew she would come.
After dinner, Evelyn checked her phone and saw Nathan's message from an hour ago.
[You left your flash drive at Highland Estates. I'm waiting at your place.]
She frowned. Did I?
Assuming it might contain sensitive company data, she couldn't risk it falling into the wrong hands.
She excused herself and left early.
Though she hadn't been to her penthouse in weeks, the cleaners maintained it impeccably.
What is Nathan planning? Why meet here?
As she approached her building, she spotted a familiar Range Rover parked below.
The headlights were off, but a lean arm rested casually out the window, a cigarette burning between his fingers.
Nathan.
His profile was sharp, his demeanor relaxed yet intense.
The car was parked beside hers.
The moment Evelyn stepped out, holding the gift from Oliver Sinclair, she was yanked into a cold embrace from behind.
Nathan's scent—dark and possessive—wrapped around her.
Her body stiffened.