Chapter 919

Theodore Winslow pressed his lips together. He knew better than to ask Evelyn Sinclair's companion to leave.

He set the thermos down in front of her.

"Your favorite soup—low-calorie, low-fat. Perfect for nourishing beauty and health."

With practiced ease, he ladled a portion into a bowl.

Evelyn had grown accustomed to Theodore's culinary offerings. Unlike Nathan Blackwood, he never felt like an intrusion.

She accepted the bowl, stirring absently. The rich aroma confirmed its quality.

But she wasn't fooled. Theodore's sudden appearance undoubtedly tied back to Nathan.

Placing the spoon down, she fixed him with a look.

"How did you know I was hospitalized here?"

Theodore's smile was rehearsed. He'd prepared for this exact question.

"Mr. Blackwood informed me, Ms. Sinclair. He monitors your wellbeing closely." He leaned in conspiratorially. "There was a mudslide near the mountains you visited. Mr. Blackwood is currently there personally, delivering relief supplies and overseeing reconstruction efforts."

A deliberate pause.

"People mistake his stern demeanor for coldness, but beneath that exterior lies remarkable compassion. He rushed into danger without hesitation. Pity you missed each other..."

Evelyn's brows knitted. "He went himself?"

That didn't align with the ruthless businessman she knew.

Theodore nodded emphatically. "Absolutely. While Blackwood Industries profits immensely, Mr. Blackwood allocates substantial resources to philanthropy annually. His actions simply speak louder than his expressions."

His gaze flickered toward the balcony, where a silhouette stood motionless. A barely concealed sneer twisted his features.

"Unlike certain charming frauds who prey on trusting women."

Evelyn's grip tightened around her teacup. The unsubtle jab at Preston Sinclair was unnecessary.

On the balcony, Preston's posture remained rigid, though he made no move to interrupt.

Evelyn took a measured sip before responding.

"Blackwood Industries has development projects in that region, correct? Failing to act during a crisis would invite governmental scrutiny. Mr. Blackwood's timing is, as always, impeccable—capitalizing on PR opportunities while strengthening political connections."

Theodore blinked, momentarily thrown. Her clinical analysis wasn't the reaction he'd anticipated.

After a prolonged silence, Evelyn added, "Please convey my gratitude for his concern."

Theodore nodded mechanically.

"Was there anything else?" Evelyn prompted.

He scrambled to recover. "I could deliver meals daily—nutritionally balanced, of course!"

Evelyn's lips curved. "That won't be necessary."

"No trouble at all! It would be my pleasure!"

Theodore's mind raced. Daily visits would allow him to monitor Preston's interactions.

Evelyn shook her head, amusement glinting in her eyes as she gestured toward the balcony. Preston's figure, framed by shifting light, exuded effortless magnetism.

"My boyfriend happens to be an excellent cook. But do thank Mr. Blackwood for his thoughtfulness."

Theodore's smile shattered.

Boyfriend?

His mouth opened soundlessly, features contorting in disbelief.

"Ms. Sinclair... you and he are... together?"

The words emerged strangled, as if physically pained.