Chapter 598
The other three women were all slender figures.
Cassandra Blake frowned, her dissatisfaction barely concealed.
"The rules can't be altered just because you say so—"
"It's for fairness—"
Nathan Blackwood stood there, irritation simmering beneath his calm exterior. The incessant chatter from the women grated on his nerves.
When he heard they wanted to separate him from Evelyn, his gaze darkened as it landed on the curvy Seraphina Devereux.
His cousin beside him stiffened at the shift in his demeanor.
Just as he was about to intervene, he caught Evelyn turning away.
Evelyn said, "Then you and Mr. Blackwood can be on one team. I'll join the other."
Seraphina's face lit up. She hadn't expected Evelyn to agree so easily.
Clearly, reconciliation between these two was impossible.
Her opportunity had arrived.
Evelyn stepped into the other boat, and Nathan's stormy eyes followed her before flicking dismissively over Seraphina. She reached out, expecting his assistance, but his gaze barely grazed her before he turned away, his indifference palpable.
He didn’t care that the cameras were rolling.
If he were any other man, malicious editing could have destroyed his reputation. But this was Nathan Blackwood. Who would dare cross him?
Malicious editing?
Nonexistent.
Seraphina lifted her chin, undeterred.
All powerful men had tempers.
"Don't worry, Mr. Blackwood. I won't slow you down."
Nathan stood at the bow, his attention fixed on Evelyn as she reached the opposite shore, laughing freely.
The sight made his chest tighten.
Seraphina tried to regain his focus, nearly stumbling. "What's wrong with this paddle? Mr. Blackwood, could you take a look?"
He didn’t even glance back. His voice was ice.
"If you can't row, get out and push."
He wasn’t here to cater to anyone but Evelyn.
Seraphina choked on her words, realizing he wasn’t joking.
She blinked, wounded. Despite her age, she was still attractive.
"Mr. Blackwood, have I done something to upset you?"
Nathan’s eyes darkened, his tone low and dangerous, uncaring of the cameras.
"Drop the act. I’m only here for Evelyn. Cooperate, and you’ll get what you want. Cross me, and you’ll regret it."
The warning hung heavy in the air, his dominance undeniable.
If she didn’t back off now, he wouldn’t waste another second on her.
Seraphina froze, a tremor running through her.
Her face paled, her smile strained.
Her experience with wealthy men told her Nathan was beyond her reach.
This warning was a mercy.
The consequences of provoking him? Being blacklisted would be the least of her worries.
Some never resurfaced after crossing him.
The thought made her recoil.
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"Understood, Mr. Blackwood," she said hastily. "I’ll help you win Ms. Sinclair back. It won’t happen again."
Her plea earned no response.
Nathan ignored her, his attention elsewhere.
The cameraman exchanged a look with Seraphina, signaling her to hurry.
Her smile faltered. No footage meant this trip was wasted.
"You rest, Mr. Blackwood. I’ll row."
Her arms trembled as she strained against the oars, sweat streaking her ruined makeup.
One woman doing the work of three.
Meanwhile, the other boat glided effortlessly, laughter and songs drifting across the water.
The contrast was brutal.
A pang of regret twisted in her chest.