Chapter 726
Nathan was determined to make sure everyone knew those desserts were meant for Evelyn.
Evelyn rolled her eyes so hard it hurt. This man has completely lost his mind! Can't he just focus on running his damn company? Why is he so obsessed with playing chef?
And why does he keep dragging me into his ridiculous antics? Unbelievable!
The comments under Nathan's post were overflowing with praise.
[Mr. Blackwood, those pastries look absolutely divine!]
[What an incredible talent! How lucky one must be to taste your creations!]
[True love shows through effort!]
Evelyn scoffed. Oh please. I'd like to see their faces if they actually had to eat his "creations."
After several minutes, Tristan finally voiced the question everyone was thinking.
[Seriously though...did you actually bake these yourself?]
At least someone still had standards.
Nathan's reply came swiftly.
[No. But I did taste them personally.]
The blunt response silenced the crowd instantly.
That evening as Evelyn left the office, the receptionist called out to her.
"Ms. Sinclair, you have a delivery."
Evelyn frowned. She hadn't ordered anything. Bennett usually handled all her packages.
The elegant pastry box made her blood run cold.
That insufferable Nathan Blackwood just won't quit!
She forced a smile and pushed the box toward the receptionist. "You must be hungry. Enjoy these."
The receptionist nearly fainted from excitement. The CEO is giving me Mr. Blackwood's personal gift? She's so generous!
"Thank you, Ms. Sinclair!"
After Evelyn left, the receptionist discovered the handwritten note inside.
[I've restrained countless words, but couldn't restrain missing you. - Nathan Blackwood]
Her hands trembled. Holy shit! Mr. Ice-Cold Billionaire actually wrote this? Since when does he do romance?
Evelyn's phone rang as her car pulled into traffic.
She answered without checking. "Yes?"
"Evelyn, how were the desserts?" Damn him and that velvet voice.
Her grip tightened on the steering wheel. "Nathan, don't you have better hobbies?"
For God's sake, leave the cooking to professionals. And leave me alone!
His low chuckle vibrated through the phone. "I'm learning. Theodore's an excellent teacher."
The man's obsession with culinary arts was bordering on pathological. A CEO moonlighting as a pastry chef? Ridiculous.
Evelyn rolled her eyes. "Well...best of luck with that."
A pause. Then Nathan's voice turned serious. "I've been doing all the things you used to do for me. To understand what you went through. Evelyn...I'm truly sorry."
The line went dead.
Some wounds were still too fresh.
Nathan stared at the darkened screen, feeling every ounce of her pain. Her avoidance spoke volumes.
Each memory was another knife twisting in his gut.
Karma was brutal.
Theodore emerged from the kitchen, exhausted from salvaging what remained of the professional-grade appliances.
In just one week, Nathan had destroyed:
Three sets of handcrafted porcelain
Two commercial mixers
One industrial oven
The man was a walking kitchen hazard. A menace to culinary arts everywhere.