Chapter 395

Theodore understood Nathaniel's intentions immediately and turned to relay orders to the staff. As the last of the unwelcome visitors disappeared, Evelyn took a deep breath of clean air and pushed against the man's solid chest.

"Can you release me now?"

Nathaniel's grip only tightened as he looked down at her. "Let go of my fierce little kitten so she can grab her empty suitcase and storm out dramatically?"

Evelyn's brows knitted together. "Didn't you notice how light my luggage was? It's completely empty! The whole packing thing was just an act!"

While Nathaniel had noticed the suspicious weightlessness earlier, his expression remained stern. "Why didn't you call me when they showed up?"

She shrugged nonchalantly. "You were working. I didn't want to interrupt, and honestly, those nobodies weren't worth your time. I could've chased them off myself, but they'd just keep coming back until they heard it from you directly."

Her lips curved knowingly. "I know exactly how their minds work. So I played along, pretended to pack, and kept them here until you returned to deliver the final blow."

Nathaniel studied her with an unreadable expression. "Should I thank you for being so considerate of my schedule?"

Evelyn flashed him a cheeky grin. "No need for gratitude! I completely understand where your priorities lie."

His hand came down on her head with mock severity. "What priorities? From this moment forward, anything concerning you is my top priority. Next time, call me immediately."

The unexpected declaration sent Evelyn's thoughts scattering. She nodded obediently. "Fine. Next time, I'll call."

Theodore returned from dispatching staff to deal with the Whitmore family, his face lighting up at the sight of Nathaniel holding Evelyn. The young mistress had won over the entire household with her unpretentious nature and genuine kindness - qualities sorely lacking in the arrogant Cassandra he'd once feared might become the lady of the house.

"Sir, dinner will be ready shortly. Any special requests for you or Miss Evelyn?"

Nathaniel's gaze swept across the living and dining areas, his nose wrinkling in distaste. "Cancel dinner here. We're going out. Have the entire house disinfected."

"At once, sir." Theodore had already planned extensive cleaning - the Whitmores' presence had polluted the very air.

Nathaniel turned back to Evelyn. "Wait here while I change. We're going out."

Her eyes sparkled with curiosity. "Where to?"

His large hand ruffled her hair affectionately. "That's a surprise."

Evelyn pouted playfully, wondering what scheme her mysterious husband had concocted this time.