Chapter 180

Evelyn blinked up at Nathaniel, her cheeks flushing as she mumbled a sleepy response.

Nathaniel had changed into fresh formal attire—Lucas must have delivered it earlier.

After a moment's hesitation, Evelyn cleared her throat. "My clothes are... ruined. Could you arrange for someone to bring me something to wear?"

Nathaniel's gaze dropped to the torn fabric scattered across the floor. His eyes darkened with the memory of how fiercely he'd claimed her. Last night would forever be seared into his memory.

He reached for a shopping bag nearby. "Lucas picked these up. They might not fit perfectly, but they'll do until we get home."

Evelyn accepted the bag with a quiet "Thanks" before disappearing into the bathroom.

The simple dress inside was exactly what she'd expect from a man's rushed shopping trip. Though slightly oversized, it was wearable enough.

When she emerged, she found Nathaniel smoking on the balcony, his broad shoulders silhouetted against the morning light. "I should get going," she announced to his back.

Nathaniel turned, exhaling smoke as his displeased gaze swept over her. "Come here," he commanded.

Evelyn hesitated but approached, stopping an arm's length away. "Yes?"

Crushing his cigarette, he leaned against the railing. "Still calling me 'Mister'?"

Evelyn frowned. "What else would I call you?"

Nathaniel's eyes narrowed. "What do wives call their husbands?"

Heat flooded Evelyn's face. "Stop teasing me. I helped you last night—this isn't funny!"

"Teasing?" Nathaniel's lips curled. "How generous of you to save me. I should be grateful."

Evelyn's jaw tightened. She'd acted of her own free will—no coercion, no ulterior motives. Just pure necessity.

Without warning, Nathaniel closed the distance. His calloused fingers tilted her chin up before his lips claimed hers.

Evelyn stiffened but didn't pull away. After last night's intimacy, his touch no longer frightened her—just confused her.

When he finally released her, she frowned. "Is there still poison in your system?"

Nathaniel's expression darkened. Was she truly this oblivious to romance?

At checkout, the receptionist mentioned stubborn red stains on the sheets requiring additional payment.

Evelyn's ears burned crimson. Only she and Nathaniel knew the true nature of those stains.

Amused by her flustered state, Nathaniel tossed a stack of bills on the counter. "Keep the change."

His hand settled possessively on Evelyn's shoulder as they walked to the car. Only when they were inside did she finally breathe, rolling down the window for air.