Chapter 599
Nathan's expression darkened when he saw how carefree Evelyn looked without him.
His chest tightened painfully, especially watching her laugh with Tristan's ex-wife.
Their voices carried across the water—one boat filled with laughter and song, the other heavy with tension. Nathan couldn't just sit there and do nothing.
He grabbed his phone and fired off a message to Evelyn.
"Sweetheart, your voice is mesmerizing. No one sings like you."
Evelyn's phone buzzed, and she assumed it was work-related.
Then she read the text.
She nearly tossed her phone into the river.
Her face twisted in irritation.
"If you're sick, go see a doctor," she snapped back via voice message.
Nathan, however, was thrilled by her immediate response.
A smirk tugged at his lips.
The WhatsApp notification chimed loudly—so loud that Seraphina and the cameraman flinched.
Nathan turned up the volume, unfazed.
Evelyn's sharp voice rang out again: "If you're sick, go get cured."
She hadn’t held back.
Nathan chuckled, then hit record to capture her singing.
Seraphina opened her mouth to protest but quickly shut it.
She knew better than to push her luck.
Nathan’s earlier warning had been crystal clear.
Evelyn silenced her phone, shook off the annoyance, and kept rowing.
Soon, her boat left the other two behind—not that anyone cared.
They’d already gotten enough drama for the episode.
Cassandra, who had been stuck with Seraphina from the start, was seething.
Seraphina’s blatant attempts to cling to Nathan were shameless.
And she wasn’t the only one who noticed.
From the corner of her eye, Cassandra saw Nathan at the stern, arms crossed, making no effort to help Seraphina.
Good.
Dominic, overseeing the shoot, exhaled in relief when he saw Evelyn enjoying herself.
No major mishaps—just enough tension for editing magic.
He handed her a fresh coconut with a smile.
"You must be exhausted, Ms. Sinclair."
"Tired, but happy," Evelyn admitted.
The game had drained her, but she felt lighter now.
Dominic passed coconuts to Vivian and Cassandra before letting them rest.
Through his binoculars, he spotted Nathan and Seraphina still drifting in circles.
He sighed.
Nathan was a magnet for trouble.
Did Seraphina really think her looks and divorce status gave her a shot with him?
Delusional.
Xavier, now in dry clothes, had prepared afternoon tea to stay relevant.
When Evelyn and the others arrived, he brightened and hurried over.
"Ms. Sinclair, Ms. Lockwood, Ms. Blake—please try this!"
Xavier knew how to play the game—charming, polite, and camera-ready.
Evelyn was pleased. If he gained popularity, he’d be a lucrative asset.
They chatted for half an hour before Nathan stormed in, Seraphina trailing nervously behind.
He loomed in the doorway, his presence suffocating.
His icy gaze locked onto Xavier, who was laughing beside Evelyn.
Two empty seats waited across from them.
Nathan’s jaw clenched.
That audacious impostor—how dare he sit next to her?
Hostility burned in his eyes.