Chapter 970

Preston Sinclair gently brushed his fingertips along Evelyn Sinclair's nose. His gaze softened with tenderness.

His heart ached seeing her hurt.

But Evelyn's pain faded quickly. Within moments, the discomfort vanished completely.

The driver cleared his throat. "Miss Sinclair, where should we head now?"

Preston and Evelyn suddenly pulled apart. Only then did they realize how close they'd been standing.

Evelyn, usually so guarded, hadn't even noticed her personal space being invaded.

A warm flush crept up her cheeks. She bit her lower lip to steady herself.

"The penthouse, please."

Preston's lips curved into a faint smile at her response.

He didn't dwell on her injury, instead answering her earlier question.

"Oliver fell asleep, so I came to pick you up."

"You just happened to be passing by?"

Evelyn arched an eyebrow. It was clearly out of his way.

"Of course. Right on my route."

'If he says so...' Evelyn thought skeptically.

The driver unexpectedly chimed in. "Mr. Sinclair waited in the car for two hours!"

The driver had gone for a late-night snack, smoked two cigarettes, and returned to find Preston still sitting motionless like a statue. In all his years, he'd never seen a man so patient.

Preston Sinclair, with his impeccable pedigree and matching social status, stood in stark contrast to Evelyn's ex-husband, Nathan Blackwood. Evelyn turned to study Preston's profile.

"You waited two hours?!"

Preston shot the driver an amused glance. 'Thanks for the assist.' Then he met Evelyn's gaze naturally. "Picking you up is never an inconvenience." Evelyn held her breath. The dim interior lights thankfully concealed her flushed ears.

'Flattery really does work wonders,' she mused.

"Don't you need to escort your colleague home?" Preston asked with exaggerated politeness.

Evelyn glanced out the window. Harrison Blake stood phone in hand, his expression unreadable.

She shook her head. "No, he's off duty now." Harrison had worked hard all evening. Preston raised an eyebrow. He'd only asked out of courtesy. Had Evelyn insisted on seeing Harrison home, it would have ruined his mood.

They arrived at the penthouse. Preston followed Evelyn inside, where they found Oliver asleep on the sofa.

Evelyn gave Preston a pointed look. 'This is how you treat your son?!' Preston rubbed his neck sheepishly. "How did he end up out here?"

The weak excuse made Evelyn roll her eyes. Preston whispered reassuringly.

"He's a tough boy. Can handle himself."

Evelyn moved toward the sofa, reaching for Oliver.

No child should sleep in the living room.

Preston intercepted her. He wouldn't let Evelyn strain herself carrying his son.

Oliver remained blissfully unaware as Preston lifted him gently.

Preston winked at Evelyn, mouthing "Sleep well" before carrying Oliver upstairs.

Their relationship hadn't progressed to cohabitation yet.

Preston felt content taking gradual steps into Evelyn's life. There was no rush - they had all the time in the world.

Evelyn stretched leisurely before changing into loungewear. A bubble bath and face mask would help her unwind.

As she soaked in the fragrant water, her AI assistant intercepted an incoming call.

"Madam, Isabella Montgomery is calling. Shall I connect?"

Evelyn opened her eyes. After a brief pause, she murmured, "Put her through."