Chapter 639

Evelyn Sinclair had just wrapped up an urgent business matter when her phone buzzed. Lucas Sterling's name flashed on the screen.

She sighed but answered. Lucas might be carefree in daily life, but when it came to his acting career, he was ruthlessly professional.

"Get here now," his voice crackled through the line. No pleasantries.

Evelyn arrived at the film set to find chaos. Crew members scrambled while Lucas stood in the center, grinning like a mischievous schoolboy. He spotted her and waved enthusiastically.

Her jaw tightened.

Seeing her stormy expression, Lucas abandoned his post immediately. "Linn! Brought your favorite takeout!" He held up a greasy paper bag like a peace offering.

Evelyn's hands clenched. "Takeout?" Her voice dropped to a dangerous whisper. "I canceled dinner with Alexander for this?"

Lucas had the decency to look sheepish. "Don't tell Dad."

"Last time Dad sprained his back disciplining you," Evelyn hissed. "He still can't play golf."

Lucas leaned closer. "Natalie's visiting. Let her stay. I'll cook for you both." His hopeful expression made Evelyn roll her eyes.

"So this is about impressing a woman?"

Lucas flushed but didn't deny it.

Evelyn crossed her arms. "Natalie's my best friend. I won't feed her to the wolves." She'd rather see Natalie with someone stable—anyone but her reckless brother.

Lucas pouted. "Whose side are you on?"

"Ask Dad," Evelyn shot back.

Their bickering halted when Natalie emerged with a group from the dressing rooms. "Evelyn!" Natalie's face lit up.

Evelyn linked arms with her friend. "What brings you here?"

"Work assignment," Natalie said. "When Lucas claimed you'd come, I didn't believe him."

Lucas flashed his signature charming grin. "Let me showcase my culinary skills, ladies."

Evelyn bit back a sarcastic remark about his microwave expertise. For Natalie's sake, she played along.

Natalie hesitated. "Mind if Adrian joins us?"

"Of course not," Evelyn said smoothly.

Lucas's smile faltered.

His apartment near the set reflected his perfectionism—impeccably clean despite his sporadic stays. The four of them entered, tension thickening the air.

While Lucas busied himself in the kitchen, Evelyn nudged Natalie. "Doesn't he look dashing when he cooks?"

Natalie's cheeks pinked.

Evelyn hid a smirk. Maybe this matchmaking scheme had potential after all.