Chapter 408
Nathaniel stepped into the guest room and found Evelyn standing by the bed, her back to the door as she towel-dried her damp hair.
Her unbuttoned blouse slipped halfway down her shoulders, revealing the delicate curve of her collarbone, the elegant slope of her neck, and the smooth expanse of her back—parts of her he’d never seen before, not even in the privacy of their home.
She didn’t even lock the door. What if it hadn’t been me? Does she not care who sees her like this?
The thought twisted his expression into a scowl, his jaw tightening as irritation flared.
Evelyn, hearing the door open, didn’t turn. "Thanks, Christopher. Just leave the clothes on the shelf."
She didn’t even bother to look. Unbelievable.
His frown deepened. She needs to learn some caution.
With a sharp click, he locked the door.
"Who exactly are you thanking?" His voice was low, edged with displeasure.
Evelyn froze mid-motion before turning. Shock flickered across her face for only a second before she schooled her features.
"Mister Grayson. What are you doing here?"
"You sound disappointed."
He strode toward her, and she hastily buttoned her damp blouse.
"No, I just thought you were Christopher."
Her quick attempt to cover herself only fueled his irritation.
She’s fine being half-dressed with the door unlocked, but the moment I walk in, she acts like I’m the one she needs to hide from?
He tossed the shopping bag onto the bed, his tone clipped. "Stop drying off. Take a hot shower first. Then dry your hair properly and change."
Evelyn bristled at his tone. She hadn’t done anything wrong, but arguing while soaked wasn’t worth it. Without a word, she turned and retreated into the bathroom.
Why is he lecturing me like I’m the problem?
Ten minutes later, she peeked out, wrapped in a towel. "Mister Grayson, where are my clothes?"
Nathaniel exhaled a slow stream of smoke from the sofa, his gaze dark as he gestured toward the bed. "There. Are you coming out to get them, or do I need to bring them to you?"
She rolled her eyes, then shuffled out, clutching the towel tightly. Snatching the bag, she hurried back inside, locking the bathroom door behind her.
The dress inside was a deep wine-red silk, a V-neck spaghetti strap design meant to hug every curve—except it was slightly too big for her slender frame.
Emerging with the towel draped over her damp hair, she frowned. "Where did you get this?"
Nathaniel looked up—and his breath caught.
The dress clung to her in all the right places, the rich color making her skin glow. She was breathtaking, and the rare sight of her in something so undeniably sensual sent heat rushing through his veins.