Chapter 618

Evelyn Sinclair picked up her jacket from the side and sighed.

"This Italian designer piece is custom-made, isn't it? There isn’t another like it in the world."

She was surprised Seraphina Devereux didn’t immediately rush to knock on Nathan Blackwood’s door. Maybe she wasn’t as frivolous or fame-obsessed as she appeared.

Evelyn’s opinion of her rose instantly. She offered a polite smile.

"I can recommend the designer if you’d like."

The man was a legendary craftsman in Italy, known for taking only a handful of private clients a year. His work was unparalleled—no mass-produced luxury brand could compare.

Seraphina’s eyes flickered with interest before dimming. "Never mind. My wardrobe is all sponsored. I don’t get to choose."

Evelyn didn’t press further. Seraphina casually handed the jacket to Nathan, who had appeared behind her.

"Thank you, Mr. Blackwood."

Nathan barely glanced at Evelyn before taking it. He hung it on the nearby rack with the same indifference as tossing aside a napkin.

Xavier Delmont, waiting nearby, gaped at the exchange. He hadn’t even gotten the chance to touch Evelyn’s jacket.

Evelyn ignored the moment and moved to take a seat. Vivian Lockwood, cool and composed beside her, glanced up from the script and nodded in greeting.

Evelyn was about to speak when a familiar presence settled beside her.

Plenty of empty seats, yet Nathan had to sit right next to her.

Typical.

His cologne carried the same restless energy he did—intimidating to most, but Evelyn remained unfazed. She kept her expression neutral.

Nathan leaned in slightly, his voice low. "Did you eat the breakfast?"

Evelyn stiffened but kept her posture rigid, refusing to give any hint of familiarity in front of others.

She feigned surprise, lowering her voice. "Oh, that was from you? No wonder it tasted terrible."

Nathan chuckled, the shadows in his eyes lifting just a fraction.

"Is that so? Then I wasted twenty minutes standing in line for nothing."

A faint note of disappointment laced his words.

Evelyn blinked. He actually waited in line himself? Nathan Blackwood, standing behind ordinary people to buy a sandwich? Unthinkable.

She looked down at her phone to hide her shock. "Mr. Blackwood, since when do you wait in lines? I thought you’d just buy the entire café with a snap of your fingers."

Nathan paused. "If you want it every day, I wouldn’t mind buying it. It’s not like I’d go bankrupt."

Evelyn barely suppressed an eye roll. "Who would want that?"

Across from them, Seraphina’s expression soured. I’d kill for that offer.

Xavier, realizing he was out of his depth, quickly intervened. "Ms. Sinclair, I heard you prefer white tea. Let me prepare some for you."

Evelyn glanced up, offering a polite smile.

Not bad. Setting aside her initial impression, he was sharp.

Xavier set the tray down, rolling up his sleeves with practiced ease. All those useless skills he’d picked up for filming finally had a purpose.