Chapter 650

After dinner, Preston Sinclair hesitated before speaking. "Ms. Sterling, I'll be traveling abroad to handle some urgent matters and won't return until after the New Year. I apologize for leaving Oliver in your care again."

Evelyn arched a brow. "That's not an issue, but why the sudden trip?"

Normally, someone of Preston's stature wouldn't have pressing matters right before the holidays.

Preston smiled faintly. "A foreign partner is attempting to breach our contract. I need to intervene personally."

Evelyn nodded. "Understood. Don't worry about Oliver—he can stay here. You can always video call if you miss him."

Preston's eyes flickered with something unspoken.

He had a strong suspicion about who was behind this sudden business crisis. Nathan Blackwood really will stop at nothing.

He won’t touch Evelyn’s interests directly, so he’s targeting my overseas ventures instead.

Nathan is so possessive he won’t tolerate anyone near her, huh?

Outwardly, Preston remained composed, his expression as gentle as ever. Evelyn, oblivious to the undercurrents, bid him farewell and retreated inside.

She applied a face mask and lounged on the balcony with Leo in her arms, scrolling through global stock trends. When her phone buzzed, she was too relaxed to check.

Evelyn patted Leo’s back. "Who’s calling?"

The AI tiger’s sensors activated. "Aunty Isabella."

Evelyn smirked. "Answer it."

Isabella’s laughter crackled through the speaker. "Evelyn! Have you seen Nathan Blackwood’s latest post?"

Evelyn frowned. "I blocked him ages ago!"

Nathan rarely posted on social media, and she had no interest in his updates. The less interaction between them, the better.

Isabella’s laughter grew louder. "Oh, he completely missed the mark this time!"

Curious, Evelyn asked, "What did he do?"

Isabella sent a screenshot. Nathan had posted a photo of himself—taken by someone else—standing in his office, gazing pensively at a 45-degree angle. The caption read:

"Life is finite, but I hope to give you infinite happiness, E.S."

Evelyn’s face mask slid off.

This man has lost his mind.

She immediately unblocked Nathan and scrolled through the comments flooding his post.

[Mr. Blackwood’s love is as vast as the ocean!]

[May you and Ms. Sterling find happiness together!]

[Such devotion! She’ll see your heart one day!]

[Finite life, infinite love—so poetic!]

Evelyn’s breath hitched, her face flushing with fury. She dialed Blackwood Industries without hesitation.

Meanwhile, Nathan sat in his office, scowling at his phone under the dim light.

His expression was dark. "You’re certain this would make her reach out?"

Theodore, his butler, had sourced the "romantic" strategy from the internet, even staging the melancholic photo.

"Absolutely," Theodore assured. "Ms. Sterling will contact you."

Nathan’s jaw tightened, his fists clenching. The post was so cringe-worthy he could barely stand to look at it.

With every new comment, his carefully cultivated aloof image crumbled further.

This wasn’t him.

This was unbearable.