Chapter 552
Evelyn frowned at the screen. "Old classics? How ancient are these tracks?"
Her fingers hovered over the folders in the USB drive—each one filled with Nathan's music preferences.
This definitely wasn't her drive.
A shadow crossed her face as she turned to glare at him.
"Is this the USB I left behind?"
Nathan sauntered over, feigning ignorance, and glanced at the screen.
Property of NovelDreams Publishing.
When his eyes landed on the folder labeled CEO's Playlist, his lips twitched. "This is... thorough."
"Must be a mistake," he said smoothly, rubbing his jaw.
Evelyn shoved the laptop aside and stalked toward her bedroom. "Sleep on the couch. Or in your car."
"Couch," he answered immediately.
His smirk faded when he spotted the golden rose by the door. He busied himself with emails while she disappeared into her room.
Her apartment had two bedrooms, but after Lucas moved out, the second had been converted into a study. Now, only one remained.
Nathan's gaze snagged on a framed photo of Evelyn on the wall. A slow, calculating grin spread across his face.
He adjusted the lighting, snapped a picture, and uploaded it to his social media.
Caption: Perfect night.
The implication was obvious.
He even had the audacity to block her—just for this.
Within minutes, the comments flooded in.
Tristan Whitmore: Holy hell, Blackwood! Moving fast, aren’t you? Is that Evelyn’s place? You two living together now? Where is she? Why no pic?
Nathan replied: Showering.
Adrian Blackwood: RIP to every man who ever dreamed of her.
The rest were variations of:
Congrats! Mr. Blackwood and Ms. Sinclair are a match made in heaven!
Power couple alert!
Nathan leaned back, smug. So what if Preston Sinclair had met her family? He was in her apartment.
Twenty minutes later, Evelyn emerged, wrapped in a plush robe.
Nathan was sprawled on the couch, grinning at his phone like a cat who’d gotten the cream.
What the hell is he so pleased about?
She snatched her laptop and documents off the table without a word and turned to leave.
Her phone rang.
Nathan’s eyes flicked to the caller ID—William Sterling. His jaw tightened.
Evelyn doubled back, answering on speaker.
"Dad, you’re still up?"
Nathan watched her like a hawk.
"Are you alone?" William asked.
"...Yeah."
"Good. If you’re free, go out. Drink. Dance. Don’t just sit at home."
Nathan’s brows shot up. My future father-in-law is... unconventional.
"Listen," William continued, "Preston and Nathan are both decent options, but marriage is risky. Date around. Don’t settle for one fish when there’s an ocean."
Nathan nearly choked. Is he encouraging her to play the field?
Evelyn laughed. "I’ve got work to finish. Goodnight, Dad."
The call ended.
Nathan was on his feet before her door clicked shut.
He twisted the knob.
Locked.
A dark chuckle escaped him. She’s locking me out?