Chapter 661

Evelyn rolled her eyes, refusing to engage with Nathan here. She glanced at Preston. "Wait for me."

Preston nodded. "I'll get the car."

Evelyn handed him her keys before following Nathan. He had just reached his car when he turned abruptly, his dark gaze locking onto hers.

"What gift do you want?" His voice was low, controlled.

Evelyn narrowed her eyes. "Where are the documents?"

"Tell me what you want first."

"You lied to me?" Her lips curled into a sneer. She turned to leave.

Nathan's jaw tightened. The moment she moved, his hand shot out, gripping her wrist and yanking her back. He pinned her against the car, one arm caging her in. His expression was stormy, dangerous.

His cool breath fanned her face, sending a shiver down her spine. The driver inside stiffened, debating whether to vanish entirely.

Evelyn met his gaze, unimpressed. "Nathan Blackwood, have you lost your mind?"

His fingers flexed against the car. The emotions he'd been suppressing flickered in his eyes. "I lost it a long time ago, Evelyn. Why are you getting so close to him again?"

He reached for her face. She jerked away. His fingers grazed her earlobe instead, lingering there before giving it a sharp pinch. A dark chuckle escaped him, his voice velvet and lethal.

"It's not just today's bid. If he doesn't back off, I'll strip him of everything—overseas power included."

Evelyn's eyes widened. He wasn't joking.

Nathan found her shock oddly endearing. His chest tightened. Before she could react, he bent down, capturing her lips in a ruthless kiss. The taste of mint flooded her senses, disorienting her for a second.

Then cold reality hit. She shuddered.

When he pulled back, she stared at him like he was a stranger. His eyes burned red with frustration. He couldn't tell her how much it hurt, so he punished her this way instead.

Her indifference made his chest ache.

Then, without warning, he bit her. Hard.

Evelyn gasped, shoving him away. The sharp slap echoed between them.

Nathan's cheek stung. He touched the mark, then smirked, brushing his thumb over her swollen lip. The faint smear of her ruined lipstick only made her fair skin glow more strikingly.

She glared, furious.

He, on the other hand, looked pleased. As if the earlier tension had evaporated.

"A slap for a bite. Fair trade."

Soon, relatives began arriving. Charles Sterling, Evelyn's uncle, had been a shadow of himself since the scandal with Genevieve and Margaret Dawson. William Sterling couldn't bear seeing his brother waste away, so he'd bought him stocks, funding his travels to clear his mind.

Now, Charles looked revitalized.

William greeted everyone before glancing at Evelyn and Donovan. "Lil E, take care of Emily." He trusted his daughter more than his sons—Grant's intensity scared Emily off, and Lucas was pure chaos.

Evelyn nodded, sitting beside Emily. "How did you fall for my brother?"

Emily blushed, stealing glances at Donovan. The adoration in her eyes was almost sickening.

"The Great God is incredible. I'm lucky he noticed me."

Evelyn raised a brow.

Donovan smirked. "You helped, Lil E."

At first, he'd found Emily insufferable.

Nathan studied the mark on Evelyn's lip, regret flickering. "Does it hurt?" His voice was rough.

Evelyn watched his mood shift—anger, sorrow, now guilt. Since when did this bastard become such an actor?

She scoffed. "No. Try biting yourself next time."

Nathan grinned, undeterred. He leaned in, voice dropping to a whisper.

"You can bite me instead."