Chapter 920

A chill ran down Theodore Winslow's spine.

Seeing Evelyn Sinclair's calm smile and nod, panic surged through him.

'If Nathan finds out... Dear God, I can't even imagine!' Theodore thought, his hands trembling.

He stumbled backward, words tumbling out incoherently. "I can't... I wouldn't dare..."

Evelyn arched an eyebrow. "Wouldn't dare what?"

"Deliver your message to Mr. Blackwood. Ms. Sinclair, I—I have work to attend to. Goodbye!"

Theodore fled like a man escaping a burning building.

Evelyn shook her head in amusement. Was such dramatics really necessary?

When Preston Sinclair noticed Theodore's hasty exit, he casually closed the door and glanced at the untouched soup on Evelyn's bedside table.

"I thought you wanted to keep things private?"

Evelyn set down her teacup with deliberate slowness.

"This isn't going public. Just giving certain people fair warning."

Preston's lips curved into a knowing smile.

That particular person probably wanted this matter buried even more than they did. Preston couldn't wait to see Nathan's reaction—the anticipation sent a thrill through him.

Evelyn reached for the soup, but Preston snatched it away first. She blinked up at him in surprise.

His voice dropped to that deep, honeyed tone she knew too well. "I just discovered you enjoy soup. Let me taste it so I can recreate the recipe for you." He drank without waiting for permission.

Preston made a show of considering the flavor before shaking his head. "Not good enough."

Then he poured out the remaining contents and drank every last drop. Evelyn watched mournfully as her meal disappeared. "Well? Figured it out?"

Stealing food from an injured woman—what an infuriating man.

His dark eyes locked onto hers. "No."

Evelyn rolled her eyes.

"But I can cook better." Preston's certainty left no room for argument. His fingers brushed her earlobe. "So stop accepting food from other men."

The realization hit her—he'd downed the entire thermos out of sheer jealousy. Heat crept up Evelyn's neck. Preston lingered all day, ignoring countless calls until Evelyn finally shooed him away.

The peace lasted exactly twenty minutes before Isabella Montgomery burst in, radiating enough energy to power Manhattan.

Evelyn took one look at her best friend's glowing face and knew—love had claimed another victim.

Isabella devoured Evelyn's entire snack stash before announcing, "I'm officially in a relationship!"

Evelyn smirked. "Donovan Pierce? Weren't you two already..."

"We upgraded from friends with benefits to exclusive." Isabella waved a hand. "I chose him over that helicopter guy."

Evelyn shuddered remembering Donovan's icy demeanor. "He doesn't strike me as the romantic type."

Isabella's grin turned predatory. "Once I sink my claws in, he's not going anywhere. Sure, no helicopter—but when I was in trouble, he moved heaven and earth to reach me." Her eyes softened. "The way he looked at me when he found me... that man's obsessed."

Evelyn burst out laughing at her friend's delusion.

Who was really the obsessed one here?

But seeing Isabella happy—genuinely happy—eased the sting of watching Alexander with Amelia.

Isabella stayed until well past midnight, when Donovan finally came to collect his wayward girlfriend.