Chapter 248

Nathaniel strode in deliberately, tossing the phone back to Benjamin.

His piercing gaze locked onto Evelyn. Approaching her, he reached out with unexpected tenderness, tucking a stray lock behind her ear. "Even when we disagree, we can find common ground while respecting our differences."

Evelyn froze.

'Common ground while respecting differences'?

Hearing such diplomatic words from this notoriously ruthless man sent chills down her spine.

Recovering, her lips twitched involuntarily. Had he overheard her earlier remarks? Was this his version of anger?

Gabrielle's face mirrored shock at Nathaniel's description of his relationship with Evelyn. Swallowing her disbelief, she forced a nervous chuckle. "Nathaniel, I was merely teasing Evelyn!"

Nathaniel shifted his imposing frame to stand protectively beside Evelyn, his expression darkening. "Tasteless jokes aren't amusing."

Gabrielle's smile faltered. "I...I only thought someone with Evelyn's rural upbringing would appreciate casual humor. Evelyn, you're not upset, are you?"

Evelyn arched an eyebrow. Gabrielle's faux concern thinly veiled another insult. Reacting would only paint her as the unreasonable one.

As she prepared a retort, Nathaniel's strong hands settled on her shoulders, applying subtle pressure - a silent command to remain silent.

"My wife's country upbringing," Nathaniel stated coolly, "gave her honesty and kindness. These virtues aren't licenses for others to take advantage."

Evelyn blinked up at him in surprise.

Gabrielle backpedaled frantically. "That's not what I meant! After she treated my injury, I only wanted to help her adapt to our social circle—"

"Unnecessary." Nathaniel's icy dismissal cut through her excuses.

Turning to Evelyn, his lips curved slightly. "My wife requires no alterations. It's I who must adjust to her influence. Isn't that right, Mrs. Grayson?"

Evelyn studied him warily. Why this sudden performative affection? It set her teeth on edge.

Gabrielle's smile turned brittle, her eyes shooting daggers at Evelyn beneath lowered lashes.

Nathaniel traced Evelyn's cheekbone with unexpected gentleness. "Didn't I instruct Lucas to escort you home? Why linger here involving yourself in others' affairs?"

Evelyn lowered her gaze. "Right. I'll leave now." She stepped free of his embrace. "Mr. Sinclair, we should go."

Lucas glanced uncertainly at his employer before nodding. "Yes, ma'am."

Nathaniel's expression soured as Evelyn walked away without backward glance.

Then—she paused.

His eyes brightened imperceptibly.