Chapter 551

Evelyn froze when she saw Nathan standing at her doorstep.

He held a slightly scuffed navy blue gift box in his hands.

The box looked oddly out of place against his immaculate, well-manicured fingers.

His eyes were bloodshot.

"Picked this up," he murmured, voice rough. "Don't reject me, please?"

His throat burned with unspoken words.

He'd gone mad for her - so mad he'd dug through trash bins without caring who saw.

But Nathan knew if he walked away now, he might never see Evelyn again.

Silence stretched between them.

Neither moved.

Finally, Evelyn smirked and took the box.

She removed its contents, placed them on the side table, then tossed the empty box aside.

"Get lost," she said coolly.

Nathan stepped closer instead. "I'm sorry."

His earlier outburst had been unforgivable.

He wouldn't give up just because she was engaged to Preston. Even married, he'd steal her back.

The arrogance he showed the world vanished completely around her.

Evelyn arched a brow. "Anything else?"

"New terms." His voice cracked. "Let's remarry."

Bloodshot eyes burned with single-minded determination.

She laughed sharply.

"Difference being? Before you just wanted to sleep with me. Now you want to do it legally and repeatedly?"

Her icy gaze pinned him. "Think you stand a chance?"

His fingers twitched. "Do I?"

"Not currently."

Nathan's jaw clenched. "Good you recognize that."

"But I'll make one." His voice dropped to a whisper.

Evelyn said nothing.

Whether they reconciled wasn't his decision to make.

This broken version of Nathan unnerved her more than his usual domineering self.

She turned to leave but his hand shot out, blocking the door.

The angry scar on his forearm made her flinch. He immediately withdrew.

"My leg..." His voice cracked with quiet desperation.

The mighty CEO trembled like a chastened child.

Evelyn's chest tightened uncomfortably.

His aggression she could handle. This vulnerable side? Her fatal weakness.

She pulled out her phone. "I'll call Harrison."

"His father's in surgery." No lie this time.

Evelyn hesitated, then relented.

"Come in." She left the door ajar.

Nathan limped inside, sweat beading on his forehead after just a few steps.

Evelyn tossed men's slippers at his feet. "Change."

She grabbed her laptop from the couch, inserting a flash drive as it booted up.

Nathan's pulse spiked.

Shit.

Guilt twisted his gut.

Those slippers taunted him.

Other men visited? Preston came often enough to warrant keeping slippers here?

The questions burned his tongue - but one look at Evelyn's stony expression silenced him.

Hadn't he learned his lesson? One wrong word and she'd toss him out.

This was all Preston's fault.

The laptop screen illuminated Evelyn's face as she opened the folder.

Her eyebrows shot up at the contents: "Old Classics," "Romantic Songs," "President's Favorites..."