Chapter 575
Nathan Blackwood was stunned.
His eyes lit up with delight before he realized this wasn't the way back to the hotel.
Maybe she’s worried about being seen and wants somewhere more private?
His pulse raced. Excitement tangled with nerves in a way he’d never experienced before.
The dim streetlights flickered like stars guiding him toward happiness. Even the biting wind felt softer against his skin.
Then something felt off.
The further they drove, the more trees surrounded them.
We’re heading into the suburbs… Did she really pick the middle of nowhere for this?
His gaze flicked to the fuel gauge.
His blood ran cold.
They were almost out of gas.
Before he could warn her, the car jerked to a stop.
Confused, he turned to Evelyn Sinclair.
She suddenly lunged at him, pressing against his chest.
His heart stuttered.
Before he could react, his seatbelt clicked open. The door beside him swung wide.
A gust of icy wind slapped him awake.
She’s throwing me out.
His jaw clenched. Dark eyes locked onto hers as she tilted her chin up.
Her voice was deceptively soft.
"Get out."
No explanation. No hesitation.
His chest tightened.
He stepped onto the deserted road.
"If I said something wrong earlier, I can apologize—"
Damn it. Too eager. Too obvious.
The car door slammed shut. The window rolled down just enough for her to speak.
Her question hit like a blade.
"Did you order Kingsley Tech to bury the research?"
His heart lurched.
"No—"
The window closed. The engine roared to life.
Tires screeched as she spun the car around in a cloud of dust.
She’s really leaving me here?
His body tensed. He lunged forward, fists clenched—
Then froze.
"If I tell you the truth, will you forgive me?"
Evelyn laughed.
The sound was sharp. Mocking.
His stomach dropped.
Shit. That was basically a confession.
Spending so much time with Theodore has rotted my brain.
The window was already up. Her icy stare sent a chill through him.
Then the car shot forward.
He stumbled back, watching helplessly as she vanished into the night.
Alone in the silence, he exhaled a bitter laugh.
Hah. She outplayed me again.
The wind howled. The cold seeped into his bones.
What a spectacular downfall.
He pulled out his phone and dialed Theodore with a scowl.
Meanwhile, Oliver Sinclair bounced on his toes, too excited to sleep.
The moment he heard his father was leaving town—and he’d get to stay with Pretty Lady—his entire world brightened.
Preston Sinclair leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, watching his son stuff clothes and toys into a suitcase twice his size.
The boy looked ready to move out permanently.
How much does he hate this house?
Even the nanny and bodyguard were helping, their relief palpable.
As if Sterling Manor was some kind of paradise.
Preston cleared his throat.
Oliver didn’t even glance up.
"Daddy, don’t worry! I’ll be so good for Pretty Lady!" A pause. "No—Pretty Lady will take such good care of me!"
Preston’s lips twitched.
Our father-son bond is nothing compared to his obsession with Evelyn.
If Nathan Blackwood hadn’t been circling Evelyn like a vulture, Preston would’ve taken Oliver with him.
But leaving the boy with her?
That would drive Nathan crazy.
With a smirk, Preston added, "Don’t pester Ms. Sterling too much. She has other admirers, you know."
A calculated pause.
"Like Nathan Blackwood from Blackwood Industries."
He let the name hang in the air.
That man is obsessed with her.