Chapter 937

Preston Sinclair's lips curved into a warm smile when he heard her words.

Relief washed over him completely.

Evelyn Sinclair had never once said "I love you" to him before. Yet here she was, already willing to open her heart.

That was enough.

Nathan Blackwood didn't matter anymore. No matter what he did, he would never win Evelyn back.

Preston held her hand firmly, refusing to let go.

Though Evelyn wasn’t accustomed to it, she didn’t pull away.

He walked her to her door but didn’t step inside.

His gaze softened as he looked at her. "Goodnight, Evelyn." His own apartment was just upstairs—so close.

She smiled and waved. "Goodnight."

They stood there, neither making the first move to leave. "You go first?" Evelyn suggested.

Preston shook his head. "You go in first."

A brief, playful standoff ensued, and Evelyn’s cheeks flushed pink. Then, the sudden ringing of her phone inside broke the tension.

"Okay, I’ll go in first!" She practically fled inside, relieved for the distraction.

As the door clicked shut behind her, Evelyn hesitated. Had she forgotten to close it?

Preston gently pushed it shut for her. He lingered for a moment before finally walking away.

The call was from Isabella Montgomery.

Evelyn answered with a smile. "Hello?"

Instead of a greeting, choked sobs came through the line. "Evelyn," Isabella gasped between cries, "I’ve been made a mistress! Donovan was already married!"

Evelyn froze. Before she could demand an explanation, Donovan’s furious voice cut in.

"Who the hell are you calling? I told you I’d handle this!"

Isabella screamed back, her voice raw with betrayal. "Handle it? You lying bastard! We’re done! Evelyn, come get me—I’m at—"

The line went dead with a crash.

Evelyn immediately redialed, only to hear the automated message: The number you have called is currently unavailable.

Her expression darkened. She grabbed her keys and rushed out.

Donovan had clearly taken Isabella’s phone—and possibly her freedom.

Evelyn dialed Natalie Beaumont. "Isabella’s being held by Donovan. Do you know where he is right now?"

She cursed herself for not vetting Donovan Pierce properly. If she had, Isabella wouldn’t be in this mess.

Natalie hesitated, startled. Evelyn quickly summarized the call.

"Wait—I remember," Natalie said. "Isabella once asked me to deliver a gift to Donovan’s place. I still have the address. I’ll text it to you. Meet me at the entrance."

Evelyn agreed and hung up. No time for more words.

She took the elevator down to the parking garage, got into her car, and sped toward the address Natalie sent.

On the way, she contacted her security team.

Alexander Sterling called almost instantly. "What’s going on? Why are you mobilizing the guards?"

Evelyn wasn’t surprised he knew. "Isabella’s in trouble. Donovan’s restraining her. I’m heading there now—I need backup."

"Be careful," Alexander said tersely before ending the call.

Evelyn exhaled, her chest tight with frustration.

The address wasn’t far. But the high-end neighborhood had tight security. She worried she’d be stopped at the gate.

When she arrived, something about the place felt familiar.

The guards took one look at her car and immediately lifted the barrier.

"Welcome home, Ms. Sinclair—"

Oh. Right. She owned a property here too.