Chapter 666

Evelyn felt something flutter against her heart. It was soft, controlled, yet carried an undercurrent of something deep and overwhelming.

Preston was careful with his affection, but the warmth in his gaze was undeniable. Evelyn froze, caught off guard by his sudden closeness. His lips brushed hers, carrying the faintest hint of crisp mint and something intoxicating.

Before she could react, he pulled back. The intensity in his eyes dimmed, replaced by something lighter, teasing. His voice was smooth, like a summer breeze. "Evelyn, do you know the fastest way to forget someone?"

Her body stiffened.

Her expression cooled, dark eyes unreadable. She refused to let herself sink into the embrace of a man she barely knew. Her tone was sharp, warning. "Mr. Sinclair."

Preston cut her off, his brow furrowing slightly.

"Fall in love with someone else," he said bluntly.

Evelyn's pulse stuttered. It felt like something buried deep inside her cracked.

He was relentless. Preston was like sunlight—subtle, persistent, impossible to ignore.

A cold laugh escaped her.

"I don’t waste time on men. They’re like bad investments—high risk, no guaranteed returns." Her words were merciless. Evelyn was logical. Emotions were messy. Love was a distraction.

Preston’s gaze darkened. He stepped forward.

She retreated instantly, wary of another surprise attack. His lips curved, but there was disappointment in his eyes.

His voice dropped, rough with amusement. "Evelyn, I’m a sure bet. Investing in me won’t be a loss."

She didn’t believe him. Security wasn’t found in men—only in the Sterling name. Her lashes flickered, but her composure didn’t waver. "Goodbye, Mr. Sinclair."

This conversation was over.

Preston arched a brow and stepped back. His smile was indulgent. "Goodbye, Evelyn." A pause. Then, softer, "Goodbye, my Ms. Sterling."

From the moment she rejected him, Preston was certain—he would win her over.