Chapter 610

Evelyn's fingers traced the contours of a face strikingly similar to Nathan's—flawless, sculpted perfection.

She gave his cheek a playful pat.

Not bad.

This face could fetch a fortune on the market.

Xavier's just an actor, anyway. I can make him famous.

She didn't notice the dark shift in the man beside her.

His expression turned glacial, his entire demeanor radiating danger. Nathan's grip tightened on her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. His voice was deceptively soft, laced with venom.

"Evelyn," he murmured, "look again. Who am I?"

Even in his gentleness, there was steel. He had bent over backward for her—compromised, indulged, spoiled her rotten. But his patience had limits.

The ruthless businessman in him refused to share.

If she wouldn't choose him willingly, he'd make the choice for her.

His grip tightened.

"Tell me," he demanded, voice rough. "Then I'll let you sleep."

Evelyn groaned, her eyelids heavy. Someone had dared interrupt her sacred slumber.

Unforgivable.

She squinted at the blurred figure looming over her.

If not Xavier... who?

Then it hit her.

Only one man would be this insufferable.

Her lips curled into a smirk.

"Ugh. Nathan Blackheart."

The room plunged into icy silence.

Nathan went rigid.

His jaw clenched, his knuckles whitening.

Blackheart?

She had the audacity to rename him—insult him—before rolling over and drifting back to sleep.

Meanwhile, his blood roared in his ears.

Rage.

Possessiveness.

Frustration.

He exhaled sharply, forcing himself to walk away.

She's drunk. Just drunk.

But the name lingered.

And so did the storm in his eyes.