Chapter 607

Giselle stammered, "M-Ms. Sinclair... You..." Evelyn quickly clarified, "Nathan Blackwood isn't here."

"This is my room! If you don't believe me, come in and see for yourself!" Giselle lowered her gaze, forcing a smile as she tried to compose her nervous expression.

"No... No need, I..." Giselle couldn't think of any plausible excuse for visiting Nathan's room dressed like this. The realization that this was his ex-wife's room made her flush with embarrassment.

Her fingers tightened around the wine bottle as she bit her lower lip. Her cheeks burned scarlet under Evelyn's knowing gaze.

Evelyn studied Giselle's discomfort and decided not to show favoritism. "Let me help you contact Mr. Blackwood so you can speak with him directly."

Before Evelyn could reach for her phone, Giselle took a startled step backward. "That won't be necessary, Ms. Sinclair. I just remembered I haven't memorized tomorrow's lines. Goodnight!"

Giselle turned to leave, then suddenly spun back and thrust the bottle at Evelyn. "This is my family's homemade wine recipe. Please try it!" She fled before Evelyn could respond, her retreat more frantic than Cassandra's earlier escape.

Evelyn chuckled at the wine bottle and glasses in her hands. Even divorced, Nathan remained irresistible to women. Had they still been married, the horde would've been worse. Her expression darkened.

Pouring herself a glass, Evelyn savored the rich bouquet. The complex flavors danced on her tongue with remarkable depth. She'd tasted many fine wines, but this stood out as uniquely refreshing. No wonder Giselle had been so confident bringing it to Nathan.

From the iPad on the sofa, Isabella's voice cut through. "Are they gone? Those women actually chase after that scoundrel? Are they blind?" Evelyn froze.

She'd forgotten the ongoing video call. Isabella had witnessed everything. Heat rose in Evelyn's cheeks as she picked up the tablet.

"Objectively speaking, Nathan's appeal is like a starving wolf spotting wounded prey. Even knowing it's dangerous, they can't resist." Isabella burst into laughter at the analogy.

Noticing Evelyn's flushed face, Isabella frowned. "You drank that woman's wine? Are you insane? It could be drugged!"

The warning jolted Evelyn from her wine-induced haze. She examined the glass thoughtfully. "I don't think she'd risk that... though it is unusually potent." Despite her growing dizziness, she couldn't resist another sip.

As Evelyn poured the remaining wine, her vision blurred. She barely managed to fill the glass without spilling. "Evelyn! You're drunk after two sips - that's definitely spiked!" Isabella's panicked voice went unheeded as Evelyn continued drinking.